Underground_Network
October 31st, 2009, 09:31 PM
Lift Off
(Five, four, three, two, one…
Lift off.)
The shuttle takes flight
Spiraling upward through the air,
Leaving a trail of red, orange, yellow, and white,
Bright colors that swirl together to form a magnificent
Tear drop in the early morning sky.
The tear drop propels the shuttle upward,
And the shuttle rattles as it penetrates deeper into and out of the atmosphere.
The shuttle rages louder and louder,
Sounding as if fueled by anger and passionate, passionate hate.
The shuttle breaches the atmosphere,
Splits in two, and the smaller half continues onward,
Propelling itself deeper and deeper into the early morning sky,
Into the starry-eyed landscape above,
The ultimate destination for us all,
The deepest depths of the sky.
The shuttle is in pursuit of Heaven,
It looks to lift off and investigate the celestial midnight,
But it takes off during the daytime, when the sun is a pale orange
And the clouds are cough drops dissolving in the mouth of God.
And for that, the shuttle soon sputters out of control,
The red, orange, yellow, and white tear drop
Fades away, as if wiped away by a tissue,
And the shuttle starts to fall back down to Earth,
Faster and faster it spirals out of control
Until hitting the surface
And bringing with it
The ultimate form of divine intervention.
(Five, four, three, two, one,
Downfall.)
(Five, four, three, two, one…
Lift off.)
The shuttle takes flight
Spiraling upward through the air,
Leaving a trail of red, orange, yellow, and white,
Bright colors that swirl together to form a magnificent
Tear drop in the early morning sky.
The tear drop propels the shuttle upward,
And the shuttle rattles as it penetrates deeper into and out of the atmosphere.
The shuttle rages louder and louder,
Sounding as if fueled by anger and passionate, passionate hate.
The shuttle breaches the atmosphere,
Splits in two, and the smaller half continues onward,
Propelling itself deeper and deeper into the early morning sky,
Into the starry-eyed landscape above,
The ultimate destination for us all,
The deepest depths of the sky.
The shuttle is in pursuit of Heaven,
It looks to lift off and investigate the celestial midnight,
But it takes off during the daytime, when the sun is a pale orange
And the clouds are cough drops dissolving in the mouth of God.
And for that, the shuttle soon sputters out of control,
The red, orange, yellow, and white tear drop
Fades away, as if wiped away by a tissue,
And the shuttle starts to fall back down to Earth,
Faster and faster it spirals out of control
Until hitting the surface
And bringing with it
The ultimate form of divine intervention.
(Five, four, three, two, one,
Downfall.)