So the worlds opened its jaws
let you in, snatched,
the feel of downfall
takes you to the sun,
with shut eyes,
still burning the cortex
every organ
attached, string sliding
with a riveting pull,
we grow too old for our
skin, too powerful for the mind
to make our choices,
we break, slow
to the speed of death,
if confronted teeth chatter loosely,
losing our grip, the nuts and bolts
loosen with a twist,
we lose everything,

when the magic ends,
and a war of religion and science
unfolds, an act of terror, to avoid
the sting of a teardrop, we bomb
morality.