can someone explain
to me, what is
this game?
why has the moon
become such a silly
shade of white?
i've lost my power,
and drank of ignorance.
i need propulsion;
a rocket.
and while we circle
the earth,
can someone explain
this conspiracy?
tell me your theory.
when i pass myself,
mirror mirror,
i see the king without a
crown.
i've claimed the moon,
and i'll be damned
if i'm ever to come down.
i hate this part,
i really do,
but i must dig
for something new.
because i needed to know
that it was something you'd keep,
and you set fire to it the moment
i turned my back.
i'm not coming back.
long nights and first bites.
we are not the same.
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