Bushwhacked
A Browncoat Ballad
A ruleless bit of fun
Interrupted by ghosts of settlers
Of settlers once of something
Now reduced to less than nothing
Reduced, undone, remade into nothing by nothing
Reduced to nothing by a nothing
That was once something
Before that something made it to the edge of space
Families turned cattle
Cattle for the slaughter
Nothing can withstand the nothing
Despite this absolute truth
Curiosity leads the crew
To discover the details in the truth
Among the ship turned to nothing
There is deception aboard the ship
Nothing masquerading in the dark as something
Thus what was on the ship
Is still on that ship
And always will be
…
…
…Reavers…
Work to be done
To distract from the truth needs solvin’
Nothing can distract, however, the tortured girl
From the darkness filling the infirmary, infecting serenity
Guess it’s a good thing
Good thing
Real good thing
Good—good—real good
Real good thing the feds showed up
Not even purple can escape
Can’t escape their place as cattle
When the purple is eclipsed
By equalizing slaughter
Such is the violence
The death
The process
The remaking
Of something into nothing
Nothing is what the purple obtains
From questioning the brown
Challenging their loyalty
Their loyalty to the only thing they have
Their home
Their family
Their place aboard Serenity
Stop it with your pointless dribble!
The darkness has waited long enough!
The captain must now face
The one thing that he knows
Is pure in its undeniable, undefiable truth
The captain must rescue the girl
The girl and her brother
Two of the few lights
Still flickering in the nothingness
Does it count?
Does it?
Well does it captain!?
…
Does it count as murder
When you kill a Reaver?
Does it count for anything
When you put an end to nothing?
The Alliance appears to believe
That it doesn’t count for much
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