Oh, say, can you see how the red rockets rage? Spilling across the sky like ink on the page. Do you see, if you will, how they erode the night? Streaks of fire masquerading as a star’s shooting light. Interceptors weave together to cripple the coming wrath, like a hammer meets a gun, and bullets ...

This world seems to grow colder Human compassion is a thing of the past   too many psychotic episodes stuck on rerun focal points disillusioned   for the one real spectrum has passed over a world run by the corrupt   trying to oust their poorer brothers partners in crime   How do these corrupt ...