mark whe - Einstein's monsters

Infinity now in
Finite hands of the
Keepers-grim reapers
All that once was
All that could be
The whole of humanity
Nothing but target maps
And thinkability
The born agains happy
At the imminency
Just what would you do
With those precious minutes
Just what could you do
There is a new godhead
And he is a warhead

mark whe

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