My skin is an eye, blacker than Night,
I see all, but must forget,
My hands dance like trees driven in the wind and rain,
Electric potential races through my veins,
My arms writhe like serpents, they’re a sight to behold!
They flex with the might of an army of Old,
A nuclear fire is kindled in my belly,
Crackle, crackle goes the Geiger,
Eons come, and eons go,
Passing by like flakes of snow,
I build up, and then destroy,
Finite matter I must employ,
The world grows larger, ever faster,
The lights go out, one by one,
Colder, colder, lesser, lesser grows the matter,
No! I shout, Second Law you royal bastard!
But nothing could be done,
Entropy, it had finally won.