a knife to cut the cosmos
into pieces
the search for truth
is not negotiable
cut down
all the way
to the dark matter bone
scientist
with eagle eyes and talons
doesn't matter if the rocks are screaming
if the trees are bleeding
they are bleeding out facts
and that's that
i bet at night he prays for X-Ray eyes
in the morning stating gods a lie
oh time is going by
and in the end
we all listen
to sweet songs composed in the afterlife