Check your watch and strike your matches
This painful reverie has cost in satins
In a minute this whole inhabitable rustsphere
Will splinter and crease and wholly dissappear
In a vacuum in a blink in a second
We all become Styxian lillylubbered deckhands
This planetoid will crumble like a papyrus scroll
Left in the sun and moon for a twothousand year old stroll
Pressed into stamps, our memories are sent into space
An express delivery from the condemned orphanage
As we've tried to dodge our fates, the muses titter
The scientists measure how death makes us shiver
Our gods outfitting us with their bodies and minds
Labeling ourselves like halogenic highway signs
Recreating the humana incorrupt with conceit
Hanging our halos up on the gathering ice sheets
Turning away in false humility towards antimater
A techno-orgy in the fallen house of Saturn
Nine ghosts will sing to the host of forgotten dreams
And burning angles will fall from the Stratosphere in harmonious screams
Oh Father, why haste thou forsaken thy children in the abbattoir of duel-souls, a charnel house of unknown confessionals, rafting out of fuel in the Milky Way, where we have lost our minds in a lost maze
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