
Red DustPainted by the red dust
We shoulder the weight
Scoured by the red winds
We carry the future
Connected to our origins
But never to return
We answer to Earth's people
Yet this planet is our own
Can we carry our own future
And cease being used?
Can we gain our independence
Without fighting a whole world?
Painted by the red dust
We shoulder the weight
Scoured by the red winds
We carry the future

Mr. Dragon and the Particle AcceleratorMr. Dragon reigns supreme in
Silence.
He donates crocodile smiles in exchange for
Empty minds.
He says it's best to live among ashes
Instead of risking your neck chasing insatiable
Mornings.
He gives a speech about humility.
And we trade in our eyes for buttons.
It all makes sense if you don't judge
And instead gush as college-ruled wings surf the applause.
A disturbance in the frequency.
Nay, worse:
Words.
A little voice threads through the cheers and asks
Mr. Dragon to prove his prowess
In a duel.
"Step forward!" cries the beast,
Masking his delight.
And forward steps a mouse.
A mouse.
Lab coat for a cape,
Paws twirling goggles fogged,
And whiskers twitching 'neath a
Benevolent stare.
Mr. Dragon laughs and we vomit echoes.
But the mouse curls his tail
And waits.
Four angels bring forth his weapon.
And suddenly our buttons see
That this is very real indeed.
Silence.
Teeth go
clack.
And jaws go
snap.
And tail goes
crack.
As Mr. Dragon spouts paper flames.
He thrashes,
He crashes,
His c
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