Here is Number 1.

Sealed safely away inside,
he dreams out loud the original sound
of all the world's volcanos

four

Mayhem
you don't wanna talk about 'em
you gotta

Mayhem
everybody's all about 'em
you're not

Mayhem
Dom Mysteriis
whatever

they set the tone
sure fine ok
they're the Beatles

it's one thing
to set the tone
it's another thing

to carry it around
like a sack full of skulls
when no-one in town

will be surprised
to see you coming
down the street

with all those heads
bang bang banging against
the cobblestones

crossing at the stoplight
passing the patisseries
hungry all day

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eighteen

The guy from Drastus
has purchased the Hubble telescope.
NASA is keeping it very hush-hush.

From his increasingly opulent office
he tilts a magnet toward the horizon,
calibrating the movements of his wrist

like a professional golfer
adjusting his putt.
2.6 billion light-years away,

in sight of galaxy cluster MS0735.6+7421,
the Hubble hears the mechanical voice
of its new father.

When, thousands of years later,
the telescope arrives screaming
at the gates of earth's atmosphere

there isn't anybody there to see it
but it doesn't really matter.
With mechanical arms, it retouches its corpsepaint

one last time
before descending
on Paris.

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quote:

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Originally posted by Head Villain:
When, thousands of years later,
the telescope arrives screaming
at the gates of earth's atmosphere

there isn't anybody there to see it
but it doesn't really matter.
With mechanical arms, it retouches its corpsepaint

one last time
before descending
on Paris.

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