Who is not ignorant
Please come and
Say the sun is dead
Who is not ignorant
Please come and say
You are fortunate.
You are cutting yourself
You are burning yourself
With your own fire
With your own weapons
You need no sun no air
No water you say all.
Who is dead
Sun or You
Is a matter of
Investigation
And I am here
To tell you intelligent.
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