When It's Too Late For Prophets
Posted By: Flu
Date: 26 March 2004, 4:45 AM
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When It's Too Late For Prophets
I fell beneath a slip of stars And ran so fast my insides burned They dropped behind, in front, below My bones of steel: they almost broke
We grew up like a weapon x Built and bred and made for war They never knew who I would kill Or how bad they would need me now
Then silver knives slipped out of space And lurked behind the distant sun Their skin was hard and cold and bright They charged their guns a thousand times
And weapons flashed above the sky And metal burned and boiled away I looked around and saw the glass Another world we could not save
With three-toed claws and back-bent knees Like fists of steel they strike as fast As eagles shorn in battle plate Their clicking mouths laugh rough and deep
What and why and do they want to Wipe us from the stream of time Our history's lost and people gone A hundred worlds already cold
Now they move...no sign of fear Their guns and blades deny retreat They twist and crawl the best they can And still they can't escape from me
Their silver shields and plasma swords It does not matter... 'can not care When I find them they won't abide I've walked on every single skull
Here, blue-black blood drips from my hands Enough to fill a cloudless sky Their screams, they ring in empty space From here back to the Prophet's ears
I'll meet them on their own black fields I'll hold their high ones by the throat They'll pray that I was never born They'll pray that I was never born......By that time it will be too late...
...For Prophets
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