The Universe has a cellar,
A back room with heavy doors
And muffled voices.
It abuses the
Weak and young
While setting suns
Escape from guns.

It's happening now, You know?
Somebody is torn,
Somebody is taken,
Right now.
And even though we know
That it will never really get us:
It will always get us.
Just like the sun sets
Just like the Big Bangs

Galaxies shine but hidden inside
Their silhouettes,
Gritting threats.