Digit Crown

the ring is open to an at will contender, machine wrestling with various ego inflations, knowing the human fight. Galileo knows best that the sun is greater in its mass, But humankind is set with rigid motions of sure victory. the tide is high and Poseidon had left his post No need for additional gods, the patheon has betrayed us mortals. the reigning crown sits above the strongest minds of our generation. A frenzy of despair in our upmost replacement we seek salvation in the undercurrents of the underworld. Let me be irrational and let me be brave.