Come off it Icarus Baby.
Oh I've left you fucked then?
A wingless bird in its middle age squaked to a chick with eager wings.
Never pitty the flightless ones,
The fucks cant fly!
But when Grav-bound wings throw shit into the sky,
The Icarus worshiping pride trash like me cant wait,
To fall dead and burning.
I lost in your book,
But in mine,
I was born to be a missile.
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