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solointhesand  asked:

May I please please please request a Space I Am Sick, I Must Die; Lord Have Mercy On Us?

Litany in Time of Radiation

Adieu, farewell, to earth and star
All these worlds uncertain are;
Fools only trust in walls;
Illness climbs them one and all;
No one from its march can fly:
I am sick, I must die.
                    O Stars, have mercy on us!

Starfarer, trust not your ship:
Into its ports the death will slip;
Though with care your traps are laid
All things to end are made;
Death cometh to you by and by.
I am sick, I must die.
                    O Stars, have mercy on us!

You ground-stuck beauties, take care
For radiation will catch you unaware:
Brightness falls from the air.
It will take, you, young and fair.
Death approacheth from the sky.
I am sick, I must die.
                    O Stars, have mercy on us!

Traders of starstuff, take your wares;
Take on travelers, take your fares,
No one can from this death flee
O travelers, be ware with me:
Though the rockets flare and fly,
I am sick, I must die.
                    O Stars, have mercy on us!

We hasten then, we travelers all
To go beneath our common pall;
We claimed our heavenly heritage,
Leaving behind Earth, the player’s stage;
Though we mounted to the sky
I am sick, I must die.
                     O Stars, have mercy on us!