by Nick Gisburne
If only I could live another day
Before the station tumbles from the sky
But nothing now will dampen its decay
A falling star, a burning butterfly
The Earth, already ashes, home no more
Would certainly approve of my demise
Coincidence, too blatant to ignore:
I sit inside salvation’s greatest prize
The zenith of an optimistic age
Designed to overpower every threat
Instead, a single button, pressed in rage
Unleashed a hell the world will not forget
The architect, the master of this place
The parasite, the poison, falls from space
