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• Written by Trifolium
You all can crown me king but I will pass on the bling
Just looking at the stars and the beauty they bring
Better than cars, cigars or other Bourgeois things
So hope they never perish like Mackenzie King to Byng
They all say it ain't over till the fat lady sings
Pray she never does so we fly eternally with our wings
This reign of royalty refers to Orion over the stars
These rhymes turn to rap when put behind bars
I want to go to space but I'm not a Czar
But I'd like the cool breeze that they have on Mars
I would leave behind all the reactive new negativity
and achieve a state of mind attractive to creativity
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Trifolium
Member since January 19 2014