Orson Raster by M. B. Barlow


There came a man with fire in his hands,
He said five magic words that fell through the sands.
They melted and sunk, covering the skies in black
After it lit, there was no going back.

So the man waited, and the world grew big
Until it was the size of the imperial dig
The world he named Deus, after the god
And forever his fame would never be shod.

His name was Orson Raster, and he lives with us today
Not in body, but in spirit and everything that may.
As the mother planet blew up, its shards scattered through space
We remember the name of Orson Raster as the man who saved the human race.



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