Once yellow sun now rash red
An old machine whose dread
Presence is pretence
For tribal quarrels
Hewn ages hence
Before a red disease brought a dread empire to its knees
Such dreadnoughts were conceived, constructed to reave stars
Tear apart space, new Tsars to bring alien races under heel
Ten millions years have passed since the turning of the wheel
Another hundred million yet before the grinding opening seals.
Alchemisland 
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