My blood flows like rivers, we visit your wake.
To debate to stay, or frolic towards fate.
In which, we ban, we let go of past friends.
On to Heaven, to the prophesied Promised Lands.
Upstanding, we go, we fly as a flock.
To understand the clouds, what it means to be up top.
We stop, we hesitate, the Artemis sets in motion.
We remembered what it felt like swimming in the ocean.
Aquila, my home, the balance beam is straightened.
Remember what it felt like, when the Illuminati starts taking.
In which, I hallow, my body a lone shell.
The Scorpio Girl who decides to put me under a spell.
All does fail, the block sizzles, and is hot.
We get use to the feeling with being in the number 1 spot.
Then we spot, up ahead, the pastures are green.
They turned me into this lean-mean killing machine.
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