Starcraft

Should you read on,
you shall hear
a tale of adventure
excitement, and fear

Fifty one marines
on a far away base
Fighting for the survival
of the human race.

But now only one stands,
he stands alone.
The others struck down,
down to the bone.

Two this morning
five yesterday
ten in April
thirteen in May

one in August
four in December
five in October
the same in November

All killed by zerg,
the creatures of hell,
with bullets reflected
by their carapace-shell

And now there's just one
that single marine
who is low on supplies
and running frightfully lean

I am that one
that single marine.
They called me a well oiled
fighting machine.

But the oil's spread thin
and the battery's low.
Soon to be scrap,
that I do know.

I raise my visor
in wondrous awe
for I simply cannot
believe what I saw.

Battlecruisers and carriers
drop through the sky.
The sea has just parted,
as if solely for I.

Thousands of zerg
now lie dead.
Cold on the ground,
like Billy, or Fred

Even with saviors
something's amiss
God couldn't leave it
as simple as this.

And so they depart,
their mission complete.
Yet I am left here,
with resources deplete.

Now I reign king
on this cold lifeless world.
Into this miserable fate
I was hurled.

I've one bullet left.
Only one thing to do.
As if a string puppet,
I now take my cue...