Three lay upon a small grass patch,
As if sleeping rough,
With no haven to be found.
Seven days into the new Spring,
They knew they'd have to leave,
But no one could guess how.
Were they pushed beyond reason?
Father, mother and step-son,
Together they did plunge,
From a tower deep in the sky.
Blood spilled upon a road named Red,
Did the thought enter their heads,
As they came from high?
Did they live beyond reason?
Were they pushed or pulled to the grass,
Where flowers and candles now lie.
Where their counterparts identified,
That their panic and fear is like ours,
Where their chase, like cat and mouse,
Ran out of corridors to be run down...
They're always chasing you down...
Always...
Chasing you down...
credits
from Aliens,
released February 4, 2011
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