Asteroids may be the only barricade,
And symmetry of the blackness in space.
Armies, of the world will bow, for peace of God's heavenly
grace.
Archimedes the sand reckoner, has no other option but
quake.
Alpha Centauri, God's Star, the brightest star by far that
he made.
Ages and eons roll, but God still at the gate waits.

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