Murders have been deduced by the life of this planet,
Open lessons have been learnt by the murderers;
Never do space men seek a wish for their life to end,
Intentions are clear, intending is a custom of the crown.
Murders restart the evil of an on setting generation,
My generation speaks all this alarm, my one is an alarm
To go off by degrees, as signals connect to really hurt,
In time the tape is remade to bind the chains.
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