Son of Mars
Stars make way for a sun
A son’s rocket throttles your gun
But when can light be held
A hearts luster is heard and repelled
The candle is dimming blue to the core
My solitude will end in nuclear war
Lonely are my scars
Never shared are their burnt bars
Murder is felt
And love melts
It ponders: can stars touch?
A sun is permitted no crutch
It ponders: do I move or my peers?
A sun will spin until tears
It ponders: what is night?
The dark is hollow that is my blight
Though the deep be filled with a sea of stars
The venusians left me alone on mars
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