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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