NEXT YEAR ANDROMEDA
In the western desert the night is alive with distant stars.
They are our destiny.
There is no God.
We are the levelers of cities like Hiroshima, Dresden, or Tulsa.
Our victims live as running shadows against concrete walls or charred flesh or almost unscathed.
?Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds?. Robert Oppenheimer quoting the Bhagavad-Gita
And the Aliens thought themselves Gods
Divine beings destined for the stars
Traveling in Hydrogen-fission spacecraft
On a Holy mission
To spread the Word
To the Heathen Extra-Terrestrials
The first meeting happened long ago
Hunters greeting tri-podites
They taught us life
Now we ready for the Bible-jihad
We are Gods in our minds.
More Shiva than Jesus.
Lucky to be alive