On the zero night
It doesn’t matter if someone loves you
Or if you have something between you and the emptiness
Broken trailers with incoherent messages sprayed
“Kitten ***** “Idelibo frant”, messabi todar”
But still the silence descends
The Buddha is confused and lost
Frightened men with their heavy guns
Counting the bullets
Will there be enough?
Sliding hands over ****** knives
We have our pizza, our beer
The screaming is muted for tonight
Please tell me, ghost of the future
Can our superficial images of beauty
Cover our despair?
Still the digital display is counting
The numbers, though meaningless have changed.
If we turned off the lights of Las Vegas
Would we still have a chance to breathe?
What eyrie darkness.
The drones are clustered above the targets
But there is uncertainty
Still the moon shines
And the silence builds
Gibbens 2013-08-21
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
On the zero night
It doesn’t matter if someone loves you
Or if you have something between you and the emptiness
Broken trailers with incoherent messages sprayed
“Kitten ***** “Idelibo frant”, messabi todar”
But still the silence descends
The Buddha is confused and lost
Frightened men with their heavy guns
Counting the bullets
Will there be enough?
Sliding hands over ****** knives
We have our pizza, our beer
The screaming is muted for tonight
Please tell me, ghost of the future
Can our superficial images of beauty
Cover our despair?
Still the digital display is counting
The numbers, though meaningless have changed.
If we turned off the lights of Las Vegas
Would we still have a chance to breathe?
What eyrie darkness.
The drones are clustered above the targets
But there is uncertainty
Still the moon shines
And the silence builds
Gibbens 2013-08-21
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