The Ironism

The Ironism


The lair of Lars J. Nilsson. Contains random musings on beer, writing and this thing we call life.

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2 Minutes to Midnight

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Oh, hell. I was going to resume posting with a summary of my week in Val Thorens. But… The world has a way of fucking you up. Seriously.So here’s a lyric instead, courtesy of Iron Maiden (Smith/Dickinson):

Kill for gain or shoot to maimBut we don’t need a reasonTo Golden Goose is on the looseAnd never out of seasonSome blackened pride still burns insideThis shell of bloody treasonHere’s my gun for a barrel of funFor the love of living deathThe killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed,The glamour, the fortune, the pain,Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stainBut don’t you pray for my soul anymore.2 minutes to midnight,The hands that treaten doom.2 minutes to midnight,To kill the unborn in the womb.The blind men shout “Let the creatures outWe’ll show the unbeliverers.”The napalm screams of human flamesOf a prime time Belsen feast … yeah!As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravyWe oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.The killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed,The glamour, the fortune, the pain,Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stainBut don’t you pray for my soul anymore.2 minutes to midnight,The hands that treaten doom.2 minutes to midnight,To kill the unborn in the womb.The body bags and little rags of children torn in twoAnd the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on youAs the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their songTo the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.The killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed,The glamour, the fortune, the pain,Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stainBut don’t you pray for my soul anymore.2 minutes to midnight,The hands that treaten doom.2 minutes to midnight,To kill the unborn in the womb.MidnightMidnightMidnightIt’s all nightMidnightMidnightMidnightIt’s all night

The proprietor of this blog. Lunchtime poet, former opera singer, computer programmer. But not always in that order. Ask me again tomorrow.

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