( Bloodstream is loaded with caffeine adequately
You have just asked a question , politely
So I am not going to ignore , less likely
Would you please repeat it ? Blimey
Memory has nothing to do with stimulation ,
Automobile on a parallel highway , a simulation
We watch ourselves speeding , a collision
Possibly sparks , inspiration , an explosion )
Who'd have thought of quiet neighbourhoods
Harbouring intense destruction under fleece hoods
Sweep them in , don't speak , on guard they stood
Don't think , don't write , don't sigh , don't brood
Contained violence . What does that even mean
So twisted , so dark , we talk in oxymorons
Someone paints the sidewalk , blood red crayons
Someone else clings to half truths , crimson curtains
Do not open your window , else the poison
In the air , enters and blackens the moon
the walls soak up prejudice and depravity
It smells like a war , without the gravity
All words float in the jet black air
Invisible , unreal , here and there
the screams silenced in a cannon glare
they said it wont harm , just water
See , it has swept us all , plywood ferries
adrift in the blackening sea of queries
The sky rains smoke , red hot rocks , ashes
A volcano has just erupted , Vesuvius
History fond of repeating itself , has bayonetted
Pompei , and you , and you don't even know it yet .
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