donderdag 29 december 2011
Soon we’ll drag our bodies over radiated streets
And the black clouds will release half-life sleet
Nothing but vapid futures
Drenched in hopelessness
Skinless hands and a deranged post pretty face
Begging for some water and asylum
In this vast radioactive asylum
And the dogs run in packs devouring everything they can
What else did you expect from our k-9 friends?
That they would master the ability of opening a tin can?
Everything blackened and the soil dead
The black clouds prevent the sun from omitting light
Gravity we feel the gravity of things
Some scraped their names into black barren walls
hoping their names will be remembered
But how will one remember if one lost the ability
to differentiate June from September?
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