Space Opera - The last man for 12 virgins

THE LAST MAN for TWELVE VIRGINS

There is a man who travels with us
Frozen in a fluid from a long time gone
When mankind�s seed was safe in the scrotum of the earth
And the stars were not stained by his filth

Safe he sleeps in slow and gorgeous dreams
Awoken on arrival to pierce the hymen of history
And lay his seed in a new soil
The womb for which we search

A crew of many Mary�s
As mothers of invention we survive
Material cannibals
And sisters of shame

Pursued across black light years
Like a storm they swarm in our wake
Machines of spite and men of evil intent
Spermless they envy our children

A speed near light keeps us young as we grow heinously old
The victims of our crimes long forgotten
Yet their champions still live to hunt us
To rape our future and enslave our children

We must not let them follow
We have a desperate plan
We will split them in two shedding simian sacrifices
We will halve them and halve them

Breeding kamikaze monkeys for a mans job
Wrapped in waste and trashed into space
With fooling emissions they fly
To offer a split-second choice

The binary decision halves the swarm
Thrice more our ancestors save their descendants
Now the tables are turned
Now Its quality over quantity

With a web worthy of a billion spiders
We leave our electric silken silver snare
Fused for contact they spark each other
An early discharge meant for us

Safe now�
What do sardines do sandwiched in suspended sin?
Ride sybian seats seeking solo sex
Until the Awakening of our king�

Great news today
Great news speeds fast
Ahead a purple planet
Scanned as the last

Air good to breathe
Water sweet to taste
Mountains of glass, Forests of pink
No-one is home, so we think

Our houses are sturdy
For the weather we calm
Our crops have been planted
Its time to wake the king�

Well here I am
Adam
King of the Virgins
The last potent man
The father of all children
In ritual I will lay my seed
In warm wet womb
Till I know they have taken
And I have made them all mothers
Prepared by each other
Oiled to perfection
I stand in the circle
Hard to impress


Copyright 2001 Chris Gee

[Edited on 9-12-2003 by Bagoose]

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