This is the story of the ones who die young
Exalted by their deeds
They had done
The people come to be in the presence of their worlds
A discovery repeated through time
They burn bright and go boom
Like the stars as light
Their bodies lay dead in the ground
Yet it still moves
Dragging across the earth
They take too much and don’t leave enough
To those in need
They covet and want
So much
Leaving the dying young to be left above the ground
wandering
Fucking
Drugging up
Boozing
Until the light gone black
Return to light and they die young
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