All Aliens allign along an axis.
Spinning selflessley supressing screams.
Tolerating total tasteless tasks.
Descending, diluting drastic dreams.
Waiting while we wake.
Wishing we wouldn't wage wars.
People perpetuating pompus postures.
While wearing withered waists.
Hips happily helping/humping heroes held high.
Destroying delicate deitys.
Bowing before blatant brutes.
Bending beside blasting bombs.
Terror tested today.
Eyes eyeing everything.
Ignorantly irrationally irritated.
Attacking All Alienated Aliens.