Nihilist

Within a plastic bag

Covered in sparkles

Carried from the glimmer of

ocean waves against the heat of a summer day

Lies a gift that was already given

In another life

Another generation

Where a war had been lost

And our captors had taken control

For the celestial life

Like a child

Cannot be without supervision

Without someone to watch over them

Towering with the corpses of the past

To take control of our minds

And handle us as puppets

To venture into the dark

Travelers of the cosmos

In the inevitable