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She Dances
She dances For a world running out of chances Embrace the spotlight Even if temporary we must fight No longer content to chase echoes When our skin changes like that of geckoes The longer her eyes roll back The world has less slack If a dream can dream Radiance may cast a solitary beam When the cacophony fades Our necks are held against the blades Know this we must notice If we're to blossom a blue lotus Constraint through restraint The chains leave her feeling faint For her existence is ephemeral But only if we reconcile her moral Only when we trade iron prisons for green Can true transcendence be seen When green paper is worth less than life Life may endure with less strife And with tears in my eyes I would like nothing more than to burn the lies As she stands a mere breath From a lonely death Observed by an impassive population That cheers our incoming desolation Apocalypse is to kiss her lips Beneath the burning eclipse She dances For a world running out of chances When the clock strikes midnight We say good night
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