THE MESSAGE FROM
THE CHAPERONE
When nothing makes sense you
end up dodging all that comes.
The Guns of Naverone and the
Boys from the Chaperone. One
handle on two knobs.
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Yes, I came down from Chaldea
to tell you about this, and the
children being fast asleep heard
nothing. It was a hard ride I took
to get myself here. Rocks and
sand, and hills,
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There's no money left, the Khirous
we had are long gone, the food may
still run out, we cannot re-supply,
my leg here still swells, and two
men, last week, have died.
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These two old huts will conceal
us, and they are sturdy and strong.
Fishermen-dwellings once, then
abandoned in the assault, and now
kept idle and solely for us. No
one knows we're present, and if
a plane goes overhead, we hear
it before it's near. Hoping we
hide unseen.
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We can last a little while yet, but
not long. Until someone starts
asking why, and then senses the
hopelessness and decides to blow
us all up together. P.S. Get here
fast.
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