Bowels filled with compassion, By Prostetnic Twulve.
Bowels filled with compassion By Prostetnic Twulve. Telepath cringed as I passed next time keep my thoughts to yourself Stasis between stars Sentenced to serve for thought crimes Cold, dark, and alone They say, 'hide your passions!', Yet I can't resist the roar of rocketships Asteroids collide without a sound... We maneuver between fragments. waiting unshaven, my spacesuit halfway on in the not-yet dawn Alone, busy yet bored, in the dropship-- wistfully thinking of doom Going to red planet, soldiers and prostetnics, another stupid job We came in the season of a cold moon... one star fell...then many... after dropships aerobots glide thru the streetlights then back to darkness Thru empty windows of abandoned buildings, a stupid napalm bat... on these radioactive wastelands... the weak shrill cry of humani We all got suspicious when we turned out the lights and Max was still glowing serious children scrape dust from the joints of the war machines carrion bugs scattered with ...