Blame school and lack of inspiration to write. Anyways, enjoy.
Vastness of blank space
With empty stars shining through
Wars of no meaning.
Blood ripped apart,
Most being lost to one another
While others turn against each other.
Everyone seeing everyone
Together and content
Is a sight to behold
For family units are as rare
As encountering the 13 Primes
A home was lost
But later another was found.
Just like others before,
This one had to be fought
In disguise.
Lives both lost and found
From many parts around
The dirtball of a planet.
Taking the time to learn
Or destroy
What is seen.
Bots and cons alike
Learn what it means to live
Under the influence
That they are the last hope
Of Cybertron's surviving species
Since they are being hunted down
One by one.
They no longer sought to fight
But hide
And flee,
Warning those to no longer come
On this dirtball of a planet.
Betrayal is at its peak
Since humanity no longer confides
In the beings who protected them
From utter destruction.
Cybertronians alike are thankful
Yet regretful
To be alive.
Thankful to have met
These squishy beings
Who are small but mighty.
Thankful for them
Changing themselves
And seeing that there's
Always another way.
For a race so young, they are
Truely more than meets the eye.