yet, until that hour...that our departure set...each hand we hold...each heart we touch...of billions in the world...know full well...we are comrades now...and ride upon our death...to forever lasting...and we are not alone...though...we may curse the light...as shade enfolds...the show begins...
the curtains part...a sister on the left...a brother on the right...screaming into battle...for the good or bad...one humanity together...with no fear at last...we fly for heaven...let our flag be hope...our starship...Earth...unhinged...and hurtling through the night...her engineers are weeping...as they race...to save her heart...
Just so...we are the children of emergency...genesis is in our blood, and we are best...when we are fighting...for our life...and whether is, or not...and you believe, or not...the angels have our back...for this...is our time now...the mother shaking...raging...knowing...pained to be delivered of her load...must let the children go...that she has loved...
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015
Art: Artist presently unknown
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