Let us slough off our skins
To do the cosmic dance
On the hill of many moons
Under the stars of romance
Unfold your stubborn arms
Embrace the fickled mirth
Observe old warring Mars
Take all for what it's worth
Enjoy those primal tribes
Up from their murky tombs
God bless the crashing skies
With a sub human boom
Spinning out of orbit
Letting go of controls
In the black hole of voidness
Leaving skin, skeleton and souls.
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