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Pickles on the windowsill

Jayson with his nerves of steel

The sky turned black

The air grew cold

Aliens came

Their plans were bold

Life forms trembling

Shadows creep

Hope was buried six feet deep

But Pickles meowed

A sound so pure

A spark of light

The first allure

Metal ships and glowing skies

Fear was written in our eyes

Pickles the cat

Jayson the friend

Together they fought till the bitter end

When it gets dark

When it gets bleak

Heroes rise

The strong

The meek

They saved the world

They broke the chain

Pickles purred

And peace remained

The aliens spoke in twisted tongues

Destroying planets just for fun

But Jayson screamed

“Not on my watch!”

Pickles hissed

Their plans were botched