One of Us

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This planet is doomed, we must evacuate

Chart a course, let us head there straight

Attached to the green, feels like it’s been cycles since we ate

Adapt to this species, overtake from within, infiltrate 

With every one of them we gain weight, 

In numbers and arms, while they fall apart and disintegrate 

This species is doomed, they don’t even know they can’t save themselves 

It’s already too late

Don’t you dare go and fall asleep 

I thought I knew you!

Strange behaviors, intimate partners, notions creep

I held you and my arms went right through you!

Mulch in my lap, a loved one, a neighbor, relative or stranger

Replaced by an emotionless husk overnight 

It’s too late to warn anyone of the danger 

They identify us and alert a mob to our presence on sight

The proximity to the pods is the key 

Dozens of them chase the unconverted through the city

If you look in your backyard and this strange plant with a pink flower is something you see

Destroy it, leave town, don’t look back, just run to safety immediately 

A mad dash, a group of survivors, one by one separated fatally 

The aliens only intend to ensure their own survivability 

To blend in you pretend, imitate them; to hell with humanity

In the end, you’re alone, Nancy

Scared witless, the Pod People are now not such odd people, they’re the majority 

And her only relief, in a moment so brief 

Is whispering to a friend, he can’t be one of them, or can he?

Tension and anticipation, all nerves for a moment just barely unwind

Her brow damp from sweat, stomach cramped in knots, this nightmarish fear

It has taken a dense and destructive toll on her mind

She may even have prayed a little, willing to believe a friend was still here 

Of course, the moment lasts as long as devastating, overtaking, dread draws near

Nancy, you’re not one of us, oh Nancy, poor dear

Even then, when his finger rises, accusatory and damning, it’s clear

If she only knew, the alien menace that was already so close to you

She may have had better odds 

Her fate is pitiful, lasting so long, only to succumb to numbers and human nature

Under such duress, they have our memories, but not our feelings, the people from the pods

Memories of sprouting from dirt, blossoming and yawning out into a human being, innately weak

All flashes before her, all good things and bad, as he tilts his head back, grimaced and pointing  

Now letting loose an ear-splitting shriek.