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Larua was the most amazing Invader of the Irkens. She had conquered every single planet in the galaxy, except for one, Earth. The All Mighty Tallest decided to give Larua a challenge. They wanted to see if she could conquer Earth, and if she does, she will become one of the new All Mighty Tallest. Larua heard about the challenge and quickly grabbed her S.I.R unit, Jade, and ran to her puwang ship, to conquer Earth.
To Be Continued......
Information on the characters:
Invader Larua (female): The best Invader of the Irkens.
S.I.R Unit Jade (female): Invader Larua's S.I.R unit.
The All Mighty Tallest: The rulers of the Irkens.
To Be Continued......
Information on the characters:
Invader Larua (female): The best Invader of the Irkens.
S.I.R Unit Jade (female): Invader Larua's S.I.R unit.
The All Mighty Tallest: The rulers of the Irkens.
I pag-ibig the humble silence of this street,
embellished with quiet trees,
where no soul has ever gone by,
except that of the wind...
Clouds pause to look at the street
with their heavenly eyes,
and they can tell, sa pamamagitan ng looking at the leaves
whether Fall or Winter have settled their realm.
I pag-ibig the humble silence of this street
embellished with quiet trees
along which I walked on so many Sundays
with my small grove of rememberences...
When I die, my friend, the best of me
will survive in this street:
the concealed rose of my regrets
and the roaming music of my dreams...
*NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT MINE, THIS POEM BELONGS TO: Francisco Lopez Merino*
embellished with quiet trees,
where no soul has ever gone by,
except that of the wind...
Clouds pause to look at the street
with their heavenly eyes,
and they can tell, sa pamamagitan ng looking at the leaves
whether Fall or Winter have settled their realm.
I pag-ibig the humble silence of this street
embellished with quiet trees
along which I walked on so many Sundays
with my small grove of rememberences...
When I die, my friend, the best of me
will survive in this street:
the concealed rose of my regrets
and the roaming music of my dreams...
*NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT MINE, THIS POEM BELONGS TO: Francisco Lopez Merino*
