The coal and blackened hands.
Zero was the cardinal sin.
After the lunar walk,
you flinch back in horror.
A gaint leap has ended
in a coal tar pit. Are you
sure we have landed
at a right spot?
Extraterrestrial. An immune
disorder. Your autism
was evolving into a
monster of twisted brain.
Outside your home
dozens of bodies were found.
What were you doing
when genocide started.
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