The arc of the Universe is long, but it bends to form a noose -
justice was never gravity's intent, only repetition's.
Each age pulls the rope tighter, calling it progress.
We mistake the creak of the beam for divine equilibrium.
The arc of the Universe is long, but it bends to form a noose -
justice was never gravity's intent, only repetition's.
Each age pulls the rope tighter, calling it progress.
We mistake the creak of the beam for divine equilibrium.