To those Currently Absent Two

From the addled sky rang a call
That a star would fall
For the people that razed
The baren earth with a blaze

It was made clear
That the Starman was near
She's been awaited for years
So the Enaddled responded with
Less Hope than Fear

When message got here
It fell on the deaf ear
With a responce to sear
The terrified Enaddleer

In the end
The message, from memory,
Was rend
And was replaced
With a call
To an Enaddled soul

"Faggot tranny bitch"
Implied the message
Of the Witch
"Selfish horrible offsping"
Cried the insides
Of the Enaddled, aching

At threehundred's end
No hand was lend
To the seared Enaddleer
Quivering in scorched fear
Her only consolation
Was of no reconciliation
They'd be left in another nation
Caught in their idiotic machination