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My Last One To Die

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Fortuitous sighting of the shooting star

Fading belief in recovering from the scar

Progression from wanting something to craving it

Inevitable was the longing before leaving it

Chains of delusions regarding the acceptance of prayers

Disarmed logic from blowing off my final hope flairs

Star-gazing became secondary, the day I thought

A dead meteoroid could communicate my wishes to superlunary

Being rare was not associated with sighting shooting stars

Let me accept, it just wasn't written in my stars

Months of desperation caused this to be recognized

Deliberate was the persecution of all my unfulfilled desires- genocide

Necessity justifies its immorality

Yet incriminated me for brutality

Seeking justice remains of the demised secretively spy

Obstinate! sighting a shooting star will forever be my last one to die

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