Devastation here, my Captain, is the way it’s come to be
With preoccupation’s warfare dealt in graphic brevity,
Where ****** **** torture and destruction are the norm
And where God, King and country, are expected to conform….
Where chaos is the lynchpin now and hopelessness the key
With mankind’s descent to anarchy, supposedly, protecting me,
Whence it all becomes miasma as cold reason flees the room
And numb panic thumbs the button here, engaging nuclear doom.
Marshalg
12 December 2015
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
Devastation here, my Captain, is the way it’s come to be
With preoccupation’s warfare dealt in graphic brevity,
Where ****** **** torture and destruction are the norm
And where God, King and country, are expected to conform….
Where chaos is the lynchpin now and hopelessness the key
With mankind’s descent to anarchy, supposedly, protecting me,
Whence it all becomes miasma as cold reason flees the room
And numb panic thumbs the button here, engaging nuclear doom.
Marshalg
12 December 2015
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