The smell, the unforgettable dream
The spice, the burning ray's beam
Jupiter on fire in the sky
People claiming we're going to die
We all have to go sometime
so is this bodily exodus such a crime?
Freedom is never around or here
since only after the passage, is it all so clear.
A moment is a lifetime gone fast
since then you remember all the past
How can we all be so afraid
sine millions left on just a single air raid
Who are we to let the politicians and bomb droppers care
with their shiny red button and thousand yard stare..

12/02/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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