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Onto the darkling plain
from out of the darkling sky, like knights of old with banners bold, I hear them thunder by. Earth's bright terrible children are coming home from the stars riding steeds of laser beams with babies raised in jars. Swarming toward their home across our skies they tear, asteroid dust in their flashing smiles and comet tails in their hair. Earth your terrible children are home from the stars at last, but do you want them and can you face them, them, the future, us, the past? With eternity at their shoulders, they hear our baffling lies and I see the glitter of tears and the glitter of death in their eyes. |