Stars War

When she makes me think
seeing her name in advertisements,
makes me stop and dream
whats real and what is
are different to me
I see someone tell me I'm pretty,
and use their hand to slap me
Your twisting thoughts, been exposed
you wear it on your sleeve,
and you wear it so well
Deceitfulness just a game to you
build ya a project and foundate it too
With death in a bed, uncivilized,
electric chair tames my literature there,
I found a voice when I'm lost in time
as our suns forget themselves and collide

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