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letra de soliloquy - savan depaul

[verse 1]
my former home planet gone, spurring my journey
a humble terrestrial rock birthed by panspermia
amongst vibrant flora
in a starcl-ster labeled as triangulum
the living things flourished, undwindling and undiminishing
riddled in ritalin, liberally living
i miss those days of divine relaxation
’cause bones are all that remains of our congregation
m-ss extinction and extermination
starrs illuminate a lifeless alien abode
upon making a home, i run along trailblazen roads
to cold mountains where bodies litter dust-laden stone
hoping to find my people’s tracks hopefully made in snow
but to no avail

[hook]
on a journey to reunite with my species
please ponder my theses
pique these articles of speech please
i’m serving a sermon concerning a certain usurping of a civilization
implicating a deity murking
on a journey to reunite with my species
please ponder my theses
pique these articles of speech please
i’m serving a sermon concerning a certain usurping of a civilization
implicating a deity murking

[verse 2]
as my planet orbits a deceased dwarf star
reflect upon your statements saying that you’re hard
now i survive by autocannibalism
this cave here is my inanimate prison
i burn the carapaces of invertebrates
my stay here’s purposeless; these fumes strangle like tourniquets
i must leave this planet or perish
along with apparently parried parents and other supremes
no more of this barely lingering nation
i must leave this already dead civilization…

[verse 3]
i depart, friends, as the planet splits apart and this part ends
i dart away in mere p-rs-cs
the stargazer starts to starve for companions
a cosmic exodus in an escape pod that i’ve championed
utter last survivor of them- i came to the realization
my fears of being alone have received confirmation
never mind the obfuscation- i no longer have hope of seeing supremes replenished in my scope
lamenting my land, snuffed by a hail of missiles
a lone voice in sp-ce, that’s my lonely whistle
bellowing through a vacuum devoid of breath and birth
no consolation for an endothermic heckled worm
but to my credit, i still maintain a sane psyche
frayed? might be
i’m afraid my days might be numbered
frostbit instead of sunburnt
celestial castaway about to submerge under…
but i have to succeed
can’t let it get to me
on a mission literally
my soliloquy

- savan depaul

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