some folk never know well, you can’t say that of me I knew exactly who I was though others couldn’t see just another working class chump pretending to be free so why should I play the fool when I have things to say? the cat has my tongue and my flies are undone maybe I’m better off this way I’m uneasy with this silence I prefer my electrical storms I broke the root of my sorrow with a well timed show of force it amounts to sleight of hand but I’m better for the change since I placed the stars in orbit and gave them all new names the sun will rise and fall to the rhythm of my heart my love will be reflected in a billion rays of light now can you imagine that? I’m so grateful to the spirit for the fire that burns within because I’m the son of heaven delivered from human concerns and absolved of worldly sin
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