Iron Man
I started to fly this time,
Injecting the inclusions of notable eyes.
They’re always calling me a name I can’t yet find.
But this is happiness right?
Ten-thousand years of life
Ten-thousand years that I bleed,
And I weep,
And I breathe the hue’s of an emperors sheet,
A fools’ gold left me with the sins of Adam & Eve
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