The Oversser Bomb

"I hear the ringing.      
The oscillations of a star born in the grid message 'cross my brain.''    
       
Give me back my desperate and mindul sleep,        
with my mouth coated in white droolery.        
Black eyes in rest under an overbearing light friend, and a metal in the air absorbs the black of my sclera back into a dark necrosphere.        
Rest again.        
       
They could only shoot their rifles through the heads crackling in visceral pressure        
as the Alien discharges an electromagnetic illness    
that coeleces the brain circuit waves into a stellar core.        
In this open field, his and her heads,        
as their faces crumble from white piercing light,        
begin to explode and leave miniature red dwarves in weighteded mass.        
The leaves, the branches, stones of earth sling around them.        
They had begged in the bleeding of their eyes in compacted hemorrages    
to please stop this ringing.        
I killed a few myself        
when seeing there that sign, a star bow spindled above their heads        
from the positron around distorted on a grey matter core.        
       
Beta test star systems of the Architect        
who shot this wave flux, infecting in crownless necks overthrown, bedding the ground until all condenses within solar fodder at gravlty rise, thousand times,        
fired from a beam above a 2 mile radius.        
There's just a transmitter in our heads        
that finally was called from a race that tinkers while the night hay dances begin,        
nuclear deterioraron,        
many balls of flame.        
Few survivors in the burning corn,    
and any hide close to the suns at fusion,        
incinerated,        
gifted crop marks,        
along the cluster of seven young imitations of Pleiades        
in the sulfur of used random carcasses.