Wherein We Prepare for Another Apocalypse
I fear those who hope, on bended knee,
to reap an Eden sopped with morning dew.
Call it, year zero for the happy few:
against this dream how can we hold a plea –
the merely human’s worth less than a flea
when Utopia calls, so let’s come clean, we knew
all along that there could be no place
in that nice world for such a fragile race.
I fear those who hope, on bended knee,
to reap an Eden sopped with morning dew.
Call it, year zero for the happy few:
against this dream how can we hold a plea –
the merely human’s worth less than a flea
when Utopia calls, so let’s come clean, we knew
all along that there could be no place
in that nice world for such a fragile race.
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