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Invasion

They would take our spaceships
abduct these human moments
turn us into corn fields of emotion
harvesting the love we lose
the pain we scream
happiness we gain
reaping our minds,
so shut off the television
microwaves and molecules,
they want us to forget the connections,
synapses and syntax,
news speak in mnemonic symphonies.
I was only meant to warn the masses
bring you back to reality
make your own escape
I can leave you behind
for the coming invasion.
I won’t be ripe for their picking
join me if you have a soul
something worth saving
but pick up your own pitchfork
defend the grand scheme
with your tears and muscle fiber
don’t forget we gave it all away
for beliefs once before
we can do it again
and if I can convince you
you could convince them too

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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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