The hands of god are cold as they hold me accountable
They have molded every morscel, every particle that is pure, evil, tame, dead and alive.
Just a part in the imagination of the greater force, a hundred years of poetry and mechanics poured into one body; and yet I am but a fraction in the human race.
Two veins diverge in this brain
The darkness of one often times overpowers the light of the other
Such a complexity of systems, ticking away..growing older and brittle with every rise and fall of the sun
Just a matter of science and I become a more fertile recipient of the world
Just a matter of time and I am forgotten.
Monday, October 5, 2009
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