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when no mornings follow nights cities lie without their lights little beasts root happily children can live all their fears    forests break    mountains shake then it’s time again rockets roar with deadly freight sharp explosions rock the night    soldiers shoot    graveyards bloom it is war when scrawny skeletons creep through the streets parents weep dead bodies radiate    new death and crumpled shapes    spread more disease then it’s time again the general orders strategic attacks and watches how the metropolis cracks    rivers stink    battleships sink it is war when the bakers bake no more bread when the butchers chop off their hands when the doctors’ only prescription is death    corpses float in the village pond    and supermarkets stay closed          24 hours a day then it’s time again maybe the ultimate time for the warriors to storm from their heights to the valleys to lance and destroy    they also **** women    all children are dead    the moon is all red    the stars are so wan    we are counting the corpses    as long as we can    it is war              * * *
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
it's time again
when no mornings follow nights cities lie without their lights little beasts root happily children can live all their fears    forests break    mountains shake then it’s time again rockets roar with deadly freight sharp explosions rock the night    soldiers shoot    graveyards bloom it is war when scrawny skeletons creep through the streets parents weep dead bodies radiate    new death and crumpled shapes    spread more disease then it’s time again the general orders strategic attacks and watches how the metropolis cracks    rivers stink    battleships sink it is war when the bakers bake no more bread when the butchers chop off their hands when the doctors’ only prescription is death    corpses float in the village pond    and supermarkets stay closed          24 hours a day then it’s time again maybe the ultimate time for the warriors to storm from their heights to the valleys to lance and destroy    they also **** women    all children are dead    the moon is all red    the stars are so wan    we are counting the corpses    as long as we can    it is war              * * *
Originally written in January 2003, three months before the outbreak of the Iraq War.
#war#chaos#premonitions
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
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