Blasftul

No more words, no more lasers

Faster you move, harder you’ll shoot

Enjoy the colors of space, while it lasts

Army of enemy ships mean nothing to you

You are pleased with the destruction of planetary dust

Throw all of the enemy ships under the sun

Your foes are melting due to your laser blasting skills

Move, fire, turn, move, fire, rinse and repeat

Space holds more adventures for you.

This is the space caption we have all wished for

You are firing faster than flying

None of the missiles around can scare you

Rocket blasting is your expertise

Were you born in an arcade saloon?

Remember that retro gaming frenzy?

Now, you fingers are automaton

All the colors of space will hail to you

Not many ships left to blast

Your lasers are your daily inspiration

Explosions are your lucid dreams