Panopticon of Biohazard

Tyger Tyger, burning bright
In the forest of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearfull symmetry

Bio alpha
Bio beta
Bio delta
Bio o

Omicron
Till moronic
Omicron
Till Omega?

And all the bios all together
La lalala lalal la
La la lalala
And for all the mutants left
Dare is deadly terrors clasp

Wheather if
Omicron is
Dangerous or
Omicron is
Not
Do, Do, we must do a lot
I am vaccinated
Where has my beaten
Beta gone?

Invisible hand
Invisible eye
Panoptic fearful symmetry

To be modern is BionNT
Zoe beyond nature
Meta-Nature
Super, Supra, God Creature

Omicron
Wanna drive through new curves
Wondering how much
Variants i get in the
Covid AlphaBeth

Is Sars Cov ever changing
Never ending
From Alpha till Omega
Living in your body
Hitchhiking reassembling?

My hands are trembling
A rush of blood to the head
A masterpiece of William Blake
Is reassembling:

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forest of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Coult frame thy fearful symmetry

First and last stanza from William Blake’s, the Tiger, the book of innnocence and experience

Danil Baztra

Tyger Tyger, burning bright
In the forest of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearfull symmetry

Bio alpha
Bio betha
Bio delta
Bio o

Omicron
Till moronic
Omicron
Till Omega?

And all the bios all together
La lalala lalal la
La la lalala
And for all the mutants left
Dare is deadly terrors clasp

Wheather if
Omicron is
Dangerous or
Omicron is
Not
Do, Do, we must do a lot
I am vaccinated
Where has my beaten
Beta gone?

Invisible hand
Invisible eye
Panoptic fearful symmetry

To be modern is BionNT
Zoe beyond nature
Meta-Nature
Super, Supra, God Creature

Omicron
Wanna drive through new curves
Wondering how much
Variants i get in the
Covid AlphaBeth

Is Sars Cov ever changing
Never ending
From Alpha till Omega
Living in your body
Hitchhiking reassembling?

My hands are trembling
A rush of blood to the head
A masterpiece of William Blake
Is reassembling:

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forest of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Coult frame thy fearful symmetry

First and last stanza from William Blake’s, the Tiger, the book of innnocence and experience

©Faroun Firewater

Author: farounfirewater

Ich bin der Falke im Sturm der den König sucht. "Ich lebe mein Leben in sich weitenden Ringen, die sich über die Dinge ziehn, Den letzten, ich weiß nicht ob ich ihn Vollbringe, aber versuchen will ich ihn Ich kreise um Gott um den uralten Turm und ich kreise Jahrtausende lang und ich weiß nicht, bin ich eine Falke, ein Sturm oder ein großer Gesang" (Rilke)

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