Words change, killing becomes a choice.
Human limbs, lungs, eyes and
brains
are tossed out.
Extermination is possible.
Madmen make wars on the
upper deck.
They hide from the sun and cast no shadow.
Corpses no longer feed the
earth but poison it
A plague descends.
All is darkness, all is one.
A blackbird floats in a starless sky.
Unidentified flying objects maintain radio silence.
No one speaks, no one breathes.
There is no chatter, there is no pulse.
Words change, killing becomes a choice.
Human limbs, lungs, eyes and
brains
are tossed out.
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