WARNING!!!!!
Saturn’s ring burn bright against the black sky
patterns of dreams fight against the cracked minds
stars shooting across the chasms of space
cars shooting bullets at the battered race
racism resists the urging of logic
casings of ammo left from purging projects
the stars look down and frown at us
The rain is their tears, drowning us
maybe their tears can wash our sins away
instead our fears turn into genocide, another billion we slay
we watch the explosions of supernova illuminate the sky
It gives us inspiration for desecration, mighty weapons born for men to die
The sun is enraged and angry, turning away from the earth
abhorred that we could harness his power that grows life and encourages birth
instead we used it to murder and enslave
instead we used it to send our species to the grave.
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