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A Cigarette and A Sword

the first thing I want to tell you is: I was always jealous of those kids who had glow in the dark stars that they put on their ceiling they could create their own personal paradise and I wanted that power to create something to stare at during the night and if I can't play with the sky I'll settle for plastic and some tape when you put your hands in the sky some might call it playing god but I'd like to think of it as creativity you talk about God as if he was holding a cigarette and I talk about him as if he was holding a sword but what if we combined them a man dragging a sword through new york leaning against it on street corners and asking for a light they would wonder wouldn't they who he was jeans some armor but only enough to cover his battle scars It's becoming a right of passage to pass out on the floor someday I think I'll wake up under the sky and when I look to my right I'll see a man with a cigarette and a sword that's when I know that I've made it I may smile to myself comforted by the fact it seems we all end up on our backs facing the sky God included
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