If my alter ego’s praying to the altar of my ego, self-sacrificing skin, is it pious?

Is it evil?

Does it matter which side of the coin I pick if it gets flipped into space; floats forever further at a constant, spinning steady pace?

“No, but that’s my anti-matter of opinion, like it or not,” so I said to myself, in a room by myself and as opinions exchanged, both of my own selves fought

Self 1 took the other by the throat and as he proceeded to choke his victim, self 2 swung and barely missed him, felt his respiratory system failing and started flailing and got lucky

Space is the final frontiеr and we’re herе

Space is the final frontier and we’re fearless

Satellite, satellite, satellite, caught in a battle, fight or war

It was a one on one match

Whoever won, I won and whoever lost, I lost, paid the cost and reaped the benefits

Self 1 was still winning it

He had broken most my bones and they were floating in a zero-G chamber

All of a sudden, the second part of myself stopped feeling hurt and began to feel anger

Which means, DANGER, DANGER, Will Robinson is fucked! Danger, danger, the advantage has swung

The advantage has swung

In a huge leap for self 2, small hope for self 1

Fuck the moon, we’re landing on the sun

Rip in the suit, I’m losing oxygen and fading

There goes another rip in time and now I’m lost again and wading

Disturbing stargated communities with klaxons and lasers, ignoring settings on our phasers, killing everyone

I’ve got a twin blood moon mind with a duality that is anything but into neutrality, but as for brutality

Oh fuck yeah I’m for it!

Let’s get every planet in the galaxy warring!

Star system shutdown, evacuate please

Star system crashing, get down on your knees

As brain cells divide, I’m tempted to hide but close quarters make it hard to find sanctuary

Trying Morse codes and maydays and getting busy signals What the fuck! Does NASA not have call waiting?

Self 2 has one and self 1 has zero for a pulse but it would seem the fight is over

I doubt that this victory by self-inflicted injury will leave a pleasant taste in my mouth so I am over and out