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Maybe it's not so absurd
To consider how many angels
Could dance on the head
Or even the point of a pin.
No more absurd than, perhaps
Knowing 500 million viruses,
Maybe even so much more,
Can fit into just one of
them.
Maybe, just maybe, viruses
Are dark angels of the Fall,
Left to torment our flesh,
and
To point to our need for
Him. |
