It is being said the Star
Of our own Solar System
The one with Seven Horses
That it can be dimmed
It can be made to dim they say
They want it as an IT, you know
You don’t know IT?
You say everyone does
But what I say doesn’t
Make any sense at all
That’s because the IT
For you is something else
Which everyone knows
That’s not the IT I am talking about
I mean quite another, is what I say
Very different from what you think
Yet not completely unrelated, I say
I am talking possibility of cosmic Zersetzung
I say, the Sun is not an Individual Target
The Sun is dimming, yes that’s very true
But it is dimming on its own, of its own
The Sun is decomposing, yes, we know
And Zersetzung means decomposition
It is natural decomposition, is what I say
It’s not planned artificial decomposition
By a gang playing God for the targeted
And perhaps for the whole world, who knows?
But the Sun is out of their reach so far
What lies beyond now, I don’t know I say
The Sun is not yet targeted is what I say
The Sun’s so far still an independent Star
But Zersetzung in all its variations
Has really Big Dreams, I can’t deny
The odds are against them, I say …
So I will still go to bet for the Sun
Though I am not at all very sure
Of the fate the Mars and Moon
And of Venus as well as the noon
That’s because a chorus is heralding
The coming of Trillion Suns Shining
Shining and connecting and mining
Chiming and dining and wining, sort of
That’s more’n enough cause for
Serious human concern, I do say
Serious human concern, I do say
Then I also say, what do you say
