here we stand at the edge of infinite sciencennonce again claims its victorynnas we hide under our desksnnhardly safe in the hopes that someone has a fucking cluennthe sirensnnthe screamsnnthe world stops the sky ripsnnand all that will come is deathnnparalyzed and waiting for this infinitesimal promise to be keptnnby unseen hands across the seannand i wonder how many of our enemiesnnthought these same thoughtsnndid they meet their ends with stoic calmnnor were their lives ripped screamingnnfrom bloody blistered fingersnnall it takes is one to be used and it's light out for us allnnhe who laughs last stil gets fuckednnfuck this is hardly a lifennjust do itnndrop the bomb