…every vast direction Lonely farer in the Goldilocks zone She has a tale to tell From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast Enter LUCA The tapestry of chemistry There’s a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother…

…, at their houses, there they live, they are not your frined, you life to beat. You open your wooden gates, they lare marines, its always their iron faces, you really live like 50s still, you make the sama violance, its pro bono, illegal.…

…unknown soldier Lay the tools of the one who for us had died Tools of the carpenter The one they lick The same old sick Dream of their precious savior Kiss them deep And make them weep Over promises of eternal peace The…