In our violent yet desolate universe,
Where blazars and quasars wreak havoc
On poor unsuspecting star systems,
Where galaxies tear each other apart at the seams
Bleeding gas and flinging star guts over an inky canvas
Where there are stars so blistering they turn atoms to subatomic soup
Where there are planets so frigid all particle movement ceases
Where a stray rock could punch through our world and leave
us all dead-but in comparison, relatively unharmed-
Why are we destroying ourselves when we have an entire universe attempting to do just that?
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
In our violent yet desolate universe,
Where blazars and quasars wreak havoc
On poor unsuspecting star systems,
Where galaxies tear each other apart at the seams
Bleeding gas and flinging star guts over an inky canvas
Where there are stars so blistering they turn atoms to subatomic soup
Where there are planets so frigid all particle movement ceases
Where a stray rock could punch through our world and leave
us all dead-but in comparison, relatively unharmed-
Why are we destroying ourselves when we have an entire universe attempting to do just that?
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