It was delicious
Home cooked and stashed away
From the critters that crawl on their legs
Safe temperatures, lead not into temptation
And deliver us from hunger
A starvation of sorts
Out of touch with some sort of
Human conditional term
Perhaps this concept is mirrored
I mean you no harm
We do no harm
And still the whelm appears
Silence! The red queen screams
OFF WITH THEIR HEADS
Oh dear, what’s wrong now
What have we become
Inferences and incendiary devices
Supplanted amongst the wreckage
Let safety be in numbers
And together for the fight
Spear in hand for burning bush
Let light draw out the flames
Don’t take me home tonight
Out of burning wreckage
The hands are lead to heal
Serving saintly clean as whistle
Is what it’s all about
Not obscurant shouts
The twisted chunks of metal
Sparkling gems of glass
For some this is reality
And i am not being so crass
When i say travel safely
I mean these words; so true
For at a moments notice
We’d be lost without you
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