Life in a vacuum goes flowing, smoothly
Unbroken by friendship, or light, or loving
the darkness and isolation find substance;
And into the vacuum cold hatred is born.
False evidences of difference are conjured;
Fear of one's kind turns to mistrust and rage.
The crowd turns away from innocents they have injured
And celebrate deadly myths of their age.
Life in a vacuum shows no replacement
The road to take was chosen for you
And all the signs pointing other places
Are buried in waste and tears and ash;
Changing bodies make you weaker
Lots of cracks still in your armor
As each one finds the other's weakness
We will be there to inject our plans.
As if a father beat his son when he was weak
The boy might not forget and turn the other cheek
Instead he grows up scared and beats his only son
Look beyond the parable,
This nightmare's just begun....
Life in a vacuum goes flowing smoothly
As lies civilized always end up as fact
And no one who sees the game that we're playing
Can turn his eyes away from the act
As we have been so shall we be
To fade out on a sour note
Like cats caught in a burning tree
No way to chase the hand that wrote.
G.S., 11/10/81 (v. 1 &2) and 10/15-16/85 (remainder)
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