More accurate than a chronograph,
Well analysed than a spectrograph
I'm a dancing sonogram
Gush! The sound is killing
Mimed by the Angels above,
I'm a song written by the hand of God,
Sang by his singing birds,
Life listens that includes you and you
Mind-blowing like deftly,
The errors in his write-up are defunct
Speakers boom....
Gush! The lyrics is killing
Modal verbs, must, shall, will
These songs he writes about me
Are point-and-kill not a moleskin
Making mountains out of a molehill
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