From Issue 13: Trouble in Paradise

Bradley Rundblade A comet needs to take us out For light is the law And we’ve lost it We’ve gone blind A planet full of darkness The roads broken up Painted over rust Been swept beneath the carpet Our pride has gotten the best of us Seas riddled with plastic Radiation in our blood We must submit That history is in the dust We are watchers of disconnect Silent sentinels Occupants of disgust Our existence bred out of love and trust These ideas are endangered now Like arcane concepts We chose the path of least resistance The path of spoon-fed…

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