Thursday, November 14, 2013

Death Rides In On A White Horse

An electric eye opens
It watches us while we sleep

It opens doors and windows and lets the others in
We hear them their voices echoing throughout the house

We can’t quite understand what it is they are saying
A one-eyed fat man reads from a book

Of tarot cards and a crystal ball
He looks into the meaning of things

He sees the towers fall
He sees flashes of a burning world

The fool remains but no one is laughing
Death rides in on a white horse

The talking heads have all gone home
Satellites bounce signals into outer space

Who can hear us?
Who will save us from ourselves?

 



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