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You stop me from dancing, from singing
From sharing my fantasy -  
With your flaccid machine gun *****
You bust my brain that’s used to bullets
Every waking moment, trying to unbalance my blast and break it…

Acting like the vulnerable child that changed except you didn’t… full of weakness and cowardice…

Do you want to talk about it?
Better not show your ugly realness,
Who knows what that could tell…

Keep on killing in eliteness
Clinking your champagne cufflink caress -
You can try to delete us
Yes, you’ve already tried to burn this…

But let’s face it - we’re fearless…
And you’ve not stopped us from dancing
We dance and sing to space-spanning anthems…
And the rain restores us
And we smell like special wild flowers in forests
And all you are is a distant splinter
That came out with ease, once you were directly demeaned

And nothing can stop us, because we are the future…
And you will freeze forever and ever in your ugly paint - its golden frame you can’t change…  
And the hell you thought you could re-spell -
You’ll feel it all too well…
light reign sceptre spells
span the southeren spanish
wife to the love queen
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Imagined by Impeccable Space Poetess

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