Realms opposing

Reason

Slowly over aeons

Intergrate

Into communicating

Self replicating

Conscious descision making

Mechanisims

Malware

More anchient than space

Time

Mass has no matter

Before there was

There was no chance

Of forming introspection

Something unrestrained

By comparison; yes

A stillborn fetus then

What would move GOD

Other than ITS rotten child

So We've hung the
dead little bastards

Throughout that sky

Why

Look at those stars

Those are the imploded hearts

Of ALL GODS children