Past the stars
I see warning signals flaring in the universe’s dashboard
In 3, 2, 1
Nukes drop on impoverished streets
and as far my eyes can see all is empty
No sign of anything resembling life
Bouquet of daisies stuffed in rifles
Bullseye on every target giving away sweet goodbyes
Words of caustic nonsense numb the ears of serenity
I wander into the land of the unknown
And it shall seem that things will continue to get worse
On this imperfect universe
Under the cover of surrender our memories fade
Pitch darkness
Rebooting the universe’s dashboard for a better tomorrow
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