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Shoot a bullet into me Puncture my soulI will not cry for the moonLure me to my own destructionBut you’ll never win.The falling sky will panicI will paint the graveyard pinkIt’s time for a resurrection The church is the colour of prideThe white dove choked on plasticAnd the cannon ball banned menSatan became our saviour Blame me for my bleak yearning But how can i fathom into this universe?His thoughts were stars of a constellation Mine just bled plain blueIt isn’t our poetry that makes us beautifulIt is our despair