Allow me to demonstrate retaliation.
This far from perfect life.
And dead satisfaction.
Lies upon lies,
To rest on such mortal coil.
Where angels come.
To play.
To frolic.
To dance.
In circular formation.
It all means something.
Such false declaration.
So keep moving, sun.
Rotate around the earth.
Or the other way around.
I don't care what you do.
Simply do as you wish.
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