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When I squeezed the trigger Of my little pop pop gun, To terrify the frightened folk Living in blue sky and sun, Not thinking of the consequence, Seeing how they run, I was frightened too, But had my red action card That high command had issued To protect the warring factions In the land or friendship barred. It wasn't until later, With Blue steel in front of me, I realised its power And bow lethal it could be, It was then there was no need of God, New Armageddon by an airman, No virtues vicar in his pulpit Thumping out his warning sermon, But highly skilled and dedicated Scientific data bank, Sifting information finitely, Sterile action, sterile think tank. The end can come from blunt nosed lump, Or from cannister. black, from dump, But when it comes, this sudden death, This stopping of the heart, will I play another part, Or will it stay inky black Forever a spiral in space, Careering through stardust fiends? Will I ever see your face? |