Anjelica was on a board of the boeing that disappeared into thin air.
Everyone supposed that the passengers and the crew didn't survive.
I lost the only closest friend of mine, and it was unfair,
Though in my recurring nightmarish dream she was alive.
She had a large wrinkled head, a willowy body, and alien eyes.
Being imprisoned by the Ultra Terrestrials, she still missed the Earth
And warned me not to trust the backroom boys' classified lies,
Who signed an informal pact with a species alien by birth,
And were given super weapons in exchange for human experimentation,
Unaware that the Sons of Darkness started a battle for human soul.
In a couple of centuries the humanity would face total extermination.
She knew pretty well how to avoid that, and wished she was AWOL.

Aram Stefanian

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