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            Killer in the Sky

The Killer's in the Sky this time

  With no Gun nor Mask—

Fear the Star that Shines the Brightest—

  And Believe it's not the Last—

And Smile! Please!—but hide your Face!—

  No!—don't breathe the Air!—

Poison Spawns in every Case

  That starts with a Killer's Dare—

As Home-Made Spaceships skyward rise

  To Puncture Boundless Void—

The Cosmos Littered with Curious Traces

  Appeasing the Paranoid —

With the Sniper, Timidly, on the Roof—

  Sees everyone Pointing at Him—

As we're taking our Final Cautious Breath

  He sets and locks his Aim—

While the Merchant in the Dying Market

  Sees Hopelessly Holy Pockets—

What was for Sale, now unavailable—

  Reserved for the Wanted Artist—

As they pace behind their borrowed Walls

  Bleeding out the Rent—

While serving Patrons withered Hearts

  Long after they've been Spent.

And Science pushes out their Quotas

  Seeking lost Believers—

To fuel a Monster that will Deceive us

  And keep our Dead Redeemer. 

While the Banker sweats & smokes his pipe

  His Existential Exhale

Fills the Air with the horrid stench

  Of Blackmail still for sale—

So exhume an Artist from their Grave!

  Harness the Lightning from the Sky!

Set the Pace of a transplant Heart

  And wait for the Creature to Rise!—

Impaled by Debt and Buried with Doubt—

  Disgusted by the Poles Elect—

Liberty herself, no longer appointed—

  And Patiently waits to Reset—

While wearily—Faithfully—we raise a Flag—

  Reciting our peaceful protest—

From the Gutter to the Glove 

  We're lured and dragged

    By the Hand that knows no Rest—