sometimes you can fix something by just shooting it into space
magnetic ships will carry us
to Level 5
where everyone lives happily
in celestial harmony
just floating there among the
spheres in Level 5
but down on Earth
in Belly Rave where cats and
rats eat better than
outlaws, outcasts and gypsy
orphans, left alone,
like atomic waste,
to break down
in a million years.
back to The Dark Ages for
you stupid magicians:
professors of absolute
certainty and greed.
crumbling dead flowers:
power turned off forever!
our gentle intellect will save us
on Level 5.
where scientists work hand in hand
perfecting modern man
magnetic ships will ferry us
to Level 5.
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