Weapons of Mass Transition

Reaching for memory in the heart of Sol;
Light from fusion in blinding flashes,
Struck from behind by the hand of Fate,
Trampled under the heel of Greed.

We say it our whole lives through;
I need you,
I love you,
Stay with me forever.

As enemies gather weapons of mass transition,
colors fade to grey,
mirrors shove imperfections into focus,
spirits whisper words of cruelty.

Feel my wrath;
the hand of violence beats upon the shore.
Cities burn,
sink into the sea.

Doomed enterprises depart from the atmosphere.


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