there's a fire burning incessantly within the recesses of my chest

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bury me six feet in the ground as if i'm dead
eagles, so free, so unburdened, soar high above my head
nailed upon a cross, a selfless retribution for others sins
sometimes reminds me that i hold many, many wins
open thine wings, angel, or be thrown in the lion's den
never let your guard down or they'll have you again

be excellent to each other, but this day's most heinous
uranus -- so blue, yet so true, my beloved, uranus
rings don't define you, let the void of space delight
needlessly as you substitute the sun's bright light
eyes witness, watch wonderfully at the titular commodity
redoubtably, i'll gaze into that dark night, to glimpse a special oddity

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