Post War Dreams

One Injured at a time, making her happy

One turret at a time, demoralizing the enemy

One tablet at a time, refreshment of the past

One son, one departure, one piece of sorrow

One mother, one escape, one barren future

The world is one big piece of conduit

The new world has better crops, tastes flesh

Prevent my progress twice, I’ll respect you more

Reversal of misfortune and circuits

Need for power cables never ends, even after world is destroyed

Nobody needs news networks anymore, now that the world is destroyed

Nobody needs walls of texts anymore, now that the whole walls have collapsed

A cocktail of nihilism along with barren desert sands

Nobody will take your breath away anymore, you don’t need to use it wisely