Overthrowing Creation Itself
when the shadows grow long and gravity begins to let you down can the spacebound foetus pilot around and our way out because to me every moment matters you can never move forward while standing still to me every moment matters shall we just place the blame on invention or our ability of discovery the temperature will drop as the astronauts are seduced by the twilights' motherly appeal and deaths arms are outward bound as we strike upwards towards the stars into this god's trained hands to me every moment matters because death's arms are outward bound crushing us like cars into tiny squares to me every moment matters
