let me tell you 'bout a man, j. robert oppenheimer, who wanted to show that he was smart and not old-teimer. he made the atomic bomb but then he didn't know what he had done so wrong--was it the way he was raised to not hurt people or the way he was taught to pray in steeples? he thought he knew what he wanted in life, but accidentally took a hundred thousand lives with the advancement of science and human progress. it was all so grand, he couldn't sleep at night and so he laid awake and counted dots on the ceiling--but counting polka-dots could never hide his feelings so...j. robert oppenheimer.
i know that we all have to make mistakes, but i think your mistake really takes the cake. but i'll be sure to eat this cake with you when we're both in hell trying to hide from the flames. and i'll hold an ice cube upon your face just to remind you of how cold your heart really is, j. robert oppenheimer.
i'll see you in hell if that really is a bad thing.