Clear of harm from the desert Death makes its sordid plans To seek its steel elsewhere Deeper in the sand Nearer the sea.
Patiently it runs its fingers Over the necks of the people.
Eastward it courses...
COORDINATES (2/13/07)Coordinates: Latitude 33 degrees Diamond Republic 20 minutes north O! Shrieking wonderment! Longitude 44 degrees Awash with grief 24 minutes east Baghdad, Iraq Will these injuries attain Her neck aloft in wrath?
Coordinates: Latitude 35 degrees Prosper Thy Neighbor 45 minutes north O! Sisterhood of oil! Longitude 51 degrees The Hormuz Strait 45 minutes east Tehran, Iran Over a billion barrels Of bobbing death await!
Come! About face! Why are we waiting? Fly this blackbird! Hover that craft! Roll that tank! Lock and load! Check your pack! Let’s bang some flesh To Hell and back! Let’s roll!
RESET COORDINATES ( Wednesday, February 14, 2007 V-Day) ZERO HOUR: (Iran)
The birds have thus gone silent in the gray sky, Nothing flies between this life and this death; Solid ground and space and breathing flesh; Naught hovers now but the murderous device.
Latitude 33 modify to latitude 35. 20 minutes north alter to 45.
Horror fails even our most tested imagination, Thus we’ll not sense our own fluttering demise Caught then, perched, set to firmly plunge The feet, landing unhappily, upon the blade.
Longitude 44 change to 51. 24 minutes east to 45.
Only in catastrophe does hush go unnoticed, As the smallest gasp of the smallest possible breath, Only in the inescapable horror-show do they enter Exhaling through our dreadful sinking exactness.
Lock and load! Goddamnit! Now drop that shell! Let’s bang some brown flesh to everlasting hell! Over a billion barrels of bobbing death await Silent in the gray sky, zero hour knell!
As we stand contented, safe.
Clear of harm from the desert
Death makes its sordid plans
To seek its steel elsewhere
Deeper in the sand
Nearer the sea.
Patiently it runs its fingers
Over the necks of the people.
Eastward it courses...
COORDINATES (2/13/07)Coordinates:
Latitude 33 degrees
Diamond Republic
20 minutes north
O! Shrieking wonderment!
Longitude 44 degrees
Awash with grief
24 minutes east
Baghdad, Iraq
Will these injuries attain
Her neck aloft in wrath?
Coordinates:
Latitude 35 degrees
Prosper Thy Neighbor
45 minutes north
O! Sisterhood of oil!
Longitude 51 degrees
The Hormuz Strait
45 minutes east
Tehran, Iran
Over a billion barrels
Of bobbing death await!
Come!
About face!
Why are we waiting?
Fly this blackbird!
Hover that craft!
Roll that tank!
Lock and load!
Check your pack!
Let’s bang some flesh
To Hell and back!
Let’s roll!
RESET COORDINATES (
Wednesday, February 14, 2007 V-Day) ZERO HOUR: (Iran)
The birds have thus gone silent in the gray sky,
Nothing flies between this life and this death;
Solid ground and space and breathing flesh;
Naught hovers now but the murderous device.
Latitude 33 modify to latitude 35.
20 minutes north alter to 45.
Horror fails even our most tested imagination,
Thus we’ll not sense our own fluttering demise
Caught then, perched, set to firmly plunge
The feet, landing unhappily, upon the blade.
Longitude 44 change to 51.
24 minutes east to 45.
Only in catastrophe does hush go unnoticed,
As the smallest gasp of the smallest possible breath,
Only in the inescapable horror-show do they enter
Exhaling through our dreadful sinking exactness.
Lock and load! Goddamnit! Now drop that shell!
Let’s bang some brown flesh to everlasting hell!
Over a billion barrels of bobbing death await
Silent in the gray sky, zero hour knell!
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