25th and Ruckle

We are cosmic
interstellar beings
droplets, comets, kings
hanging on the edge of everything and
It makes no sense to disrespect
the legacy we bring
the pharaohs are our fathers
the gods cry for their sons
Because instead of leading nations
we’re dying in streets we should run
i see the god in you
can you feel it in me
the utmost positivity flowing through my fragile being
and nothing makes me happier
than the song righteousness sings



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