The Dot

The  Dot  -  I  Declare  War

We  are  alone  on  this  stage  in  a  vast  cosmic  arena

Think  of  all  the  rivers  of  blood

Spilled  by  the  generals  and  emperors

So  that  in  glory  and  triumph

They  could  become  momentary  masters  of  a  dot

Think  of  the  endless  men  fighting

And  dying  for  a  God  they're  not  sure  exists

War  and  famine  at  what  price?

We  tell  ourselves  what  we're  doing  is  right

But  we're  so  fucking  wrong

How  frequent  our  misunderstandings

How  eager  we  are  to  kill

Look  back  at  the  pale  blue  dot

And  try  to  convince  yourself

God  created  the  universe

For  a  mote  of  dust  suspended  in  a  sunbeam