... sparks the dissolution of two molecules,
Becoming fire with brothers falling in as one,
The growing boil of chemicals, of hate,
That roll together through the pressured air.
This flame, a matchless void of oxygen,
Burns brighter, bound by microseconds,
Melts plastic with its heart aflame for god,
For hatred and all the saints and martyrs.
The liquid orange heart, the blood in water,
Thick and viscous, now takes up your shout,
This thing you ask with no solution possible,
Until it screams, and breaks and steams.
And echoing cosmology, expands in void,
Upstopped by steel, by glass and plastic,
But first of all by you, embracing it in hope,
Of all the celestial ecstasy that surely follows.
Describe the heat on skin, the first embrace,
Of god upon you, a rescue from the sins,
Of being human in this dirty world, this house,
This starting step to harmony.
And so the grip gets tighter, tears apart,
Your skin from skin and flesh from bone,
Fragments this beaming, grinning corpus,
With a final scrape of mind from brain.
And in chaotic space, there hangs this thought,
The thought of proof of nothing, time stretched,
To infinity, perhaps eternity, time to be decided,
By last consciousness as paradise or hell.
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