The Moon-Atomic (...Fragments and Fictions)
It's like the day has turned to rust
Like every dream's been sealed shut
Like every door has closed before we've gotten out
As bullets rip the air in two from house to house
I see the crowds, they're giving in
For some, they're better off that day
The bombs go off, the shells they're glowing red at first
The less there is to feel each night upon the earth
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