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It's a new year

 In an old house

 With more technology you'll never understand

Break out your typewriter

 With your thees and thous

 Smearing old words with your old hands

You'll call me Cassandra

 I'll call you King James

 And all we write is true. And all of it insane

But the changing of the seasons will forever stay the same

 You say

 The infantry's retreating

 Like they knew how this would end

 Did you hear the Germans lost the war?

 I bet they could use a friend

 Right now supper's getting cold

 Right now God is growing old

 Right now dialect is evolving

Outside this house

 Or so I'm told

It's a real fear

For you and me

Burning clothing just to keep the winter warm

My fingers trace the gumline

Of a skeleton key

Not caring whether it could open up the door

The faces at the window

Are children in the womb

Black-eyed and still

But growing every day

You'll die on the outside

Or die in this room

Either way

Our infancy's receding

We're a heartbeat from the end

Did you hear the madmen lost the war?

I bet they could use a friend

Right now supper's getting cold

Right now God is growing old

Right now dialect is evolving

Outside this house

Or so I'm told

We're stockpiling warheads

 We're stuck in the past

 Death is art Truth is beauty

 And the first shall be last

 You'll call me Athena, I'll call you Monet

 When the world is falling down crumbling like clay

We're hiding in caverns

Forgetting our names

We dissolve in our mythology

Like blood in the rain

You'll call me the lion

I'll call you the lamb

I am lost in all you are

You're alive for what I am