A rap.

In the middle of the deserts let your eyes drift skyways

we come over highways, erase all days

when the clouded remains of your self

stand still

we escape the pyramid within the shutdown

wear the crown as it was yours from the start

push it, head it, running straight

into the heart

      ~

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