Absent Minded
Dead star
You're going to be a dead star
With no life to celebrate
A self-celebrated saint
A self contorted brilliant
Man, who wrote and sought,
The best he can.
You're going to be a dead star
Writing to future generation
Fair warning theme of repeated
Tragedies and reoccurring events
You're going to be a dead star
A self-distorted brilliant master
Mind, a dumbfounded, contorted
Wisdom of word for boredom
You're going to be a dead star
Speaking of parables and double standards
Life lessons and overestimation
Qualifications and parallels
They are going to marvel
At your verse of
Of fountains
For lack of better words
With no life to celebrate
A self-celebrated saint
A self contorted brilliant
Man, who wrote and sought,
The best he can.
You're going to be a dead star
Writing to future generation
Fair warning theme of repeated
Tragedies and reoccurring events
You're going to be a dead star
A self-distorted brilliant master
Mind, a dumbfounded, contorted
Wisdom of word for boredom
You're going to be a dead star
Speaking of parables and double standards
Life lessons and overestimation
Qualifications and parallels
They are going to marvel
At your verse of
Of fountains
For lack of better words
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Dead star
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