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Damages.

Minds armed to the synapses

with verbal teeth,

sharpened wits that can cut through bone til it snaps.

Tempers flaregun into the atmosphere

and they say it’s fossil fuels and chemicals

bringin destruction near



Shields.

Personal ozone layers for reflecting away

truth and lies,

anything that challenges perception, the way

Our own realities are trapped inside

greenhouse effect conception

in our little bubbles we hide.



EMP.

Give me a chainsaw charged

with electric philosophy

so I can cut down this wall

and we can all be neighbors.

All our religion divisions destroyed, free at last

to find the truth in every girl and boy.



Reality.

In our grasp for the first time

since the garden was taken away

and we were thrown aside

into the wasteland to struggle and pave our own path

mismatch music within

every failed measure of math.



Freedom.

The kind of living no one can even envision

Without the need for mental defense mechanisms,

society will rise and shine

into the new dawn no one goes blind

even though we’re staring

directly into the sun.



Eternity.

This is just the beginning of infinite time

unwind the grandfather clock

the old man left behind

and let it sit without a tick to wonder at its fate

to see what kind of device

we can replace.