We make fair claim that there is a union,
For the meek and the choosing,
The exception of everything,
To be remade in its time.
A perfection comes around after the black hole was finished.
Spewing out cosmic rays and radiation.
The light; so complex!
Could the pointed enemy make well with their error.
Raphael leaped with joy towards a sick human…
Almost like the speck of dust that the black hole forgot to emit.
This former enemy, now knowledgeable of the proper course.
As I followed Gene Wilder to the TV I wondered how far he had to prance.
‘Rarely’
This wide and a narrow gate.
Joy by the suffering is not reserved for the void.
I don’t know what, it’s all just dust.
And death, we celebrate, the enemy made right.
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