How many rockets?
up and away!
How long do we got, till they tick the tock, on doomsday?
How many stories, till we fit the mold?
How can we count on a heart, greedy for gold?
A.I. Does it better, that’s what they say.
Unfeeling men, ready to blow us away!
Doing again, what we forgot of yesterday.
“In the name of tomorrow,” well that’s what they say.
The old fashioned reference, “warriors! come out and playyy!”
Oh so solidified, in the original sin.
None can run away.
Hungry for that second fruit…
Move cherubim, and sword, out of my way!
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