Tiger, tiger, fire blast! Pine tree, milky way, tree pine Where is the ghost hand that I saw Hands up, shout! There is no escape.

Oh Revolt! My Revolt!  Old America is dying And this voyage is about to come to an end.   Climate change Pandemic Economic collapse   Buried hate TVs and phones burn bright. Old ghosts can not rest.   Kids killed. Daddies killed. Mommies crying.  …

Right, ok, you know Us and them Sadly you waved away the space It was a good idea, to be sad Filled you up with black holes And more black holes Just right Opening for you