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Shot my frustrations into the night's sky so the world could marvel at my blood moon
As I plan it my anger bled through galaxies, supernovas, and worm wholes
Mad dark is the universe, my soul's system no longer solar but but pitch like the most beautiful color
Grouped my planets into one clutter or cluster, crushed them into a wad and had a ball in the big dipper
I took Plymouth Rock and hurled it into your glass house shattering that precious American Dream
In the light of things the kerosene in my poetry ignited a brush fire that obliterated jungle fever
This dark diction is bold and neither you nor I need to change the font to get the picture
