The Modern Death

Written during the Cold War of the Eighties.

We’re gonna die.

Death,

is coming from

the sky.

Life, is no more

as we know 

it 

now.

Darkness

everywhere.

Runaway.

Death,

is coming 

soon.

It’s coming

to a city

near you.

Death,

knows no

boundaries.

Too bad.

Cause it’s

too late

to live.

It’s too late

to make

a change.

And it’s

too late 

to hope.

Nuclear Holocaust

flashing

before my eyes.

Running scared,

too afraid

to face

the death

we’ve caused 

ourselves.

Death,

is coming from

the sky.

Wake up,

it’s time

to die.

Nuclear missiles

flying past

your eyes.

Signifying 

the end

of untold lies.

But it’s much

too late

to turn around.

To turn around.

Political Cold Wars,

rage into a scare.

Segregation everywhere.

Political fascist

praising their

bomb.

Don`t they know,

what they`re doing

is wrong?

Magic Mushrooms 

growing in the sky.

Death is the magic

and we’re going 

to die

Scream “Mercy!”

because there’s nothing

left of your soul.

Death,

is going to

take its toll.

Pray to god

the supreme saviour.

Nothing can go wrong,

if your by his side.

No fortune

for us.

Something,

is very different.

No wars

will rage again.

No one will be,

left in the end.

The end, it’s

very near.

Sizzling flesh

on your China

dish.

But alas,

no one will

be left to see

who it was.

The end is very near,

Death is coming

from the sky.

Time to wake up

and die.

But it’s too late

to hope,

and it’s too late

to care.

Political Fascists

can never learn from

their mistakes.

Think of what,

 might of become

of Japan.

 

We’re headed into

a thirty minute war.

Death,

it’s inevitable

in any form.

 

Screaming away

the dream.

Only to wake up

to reality.

 

We’re going to die.

Death,

is coming

from the sky.

 

Pain and

boiling flesh,

is what

you’ll feel.

 

Unless we take a stand

and fight the man.

 

This is the way,

we’re going to die.

Death,

has been built

by a War Pigs’ hand.

 

Black as Midnight.

Black as Coal.

Blacker,

than a

cancerous soul.

 

The next bomb

means death

to us all.

 

 

 -Terry Mills

Author's Note

Sorry about the long column, Just didn't transfer right.

Reviews

[eatmills]

I had wrote "The Modern Death" when I was sixteen. I had just finished memorizing and completing an English assignment on T.S. Elliot's "The Hollow Men"

The fear of the U.S.S.R. and U.S.A. nuclear war still hung over our heads.

[tekphobik]

I'd like to see this with more depth to it. Instead of generalities of the anarchist discontent (fascist, nuclear war, etc etc) I'd prefer to actually see some research into why the discontentment existed in the first place. Explore why you think the world would end rather than just declare. Explore why it's all deserved instead of just accepting it. Blah blah, etc etc, yeah yeah I'm pretentious.