May all stars smashing to the ground to erupt a crashing sound

Be bound to what they earned as they learn

What is learned was always known by a clown

Around the moment compounds got down

With a singular sound signifying a prying existence

Amplifying a dying presence implanted to implement a flying present

Hiding the essence of tidings presented

By contrarians contracted to contradict current conflicts

Sick serpents spit bullshit eaten by worms

Digested and dispensed in shape of germs

That squirm on contact, but soon learn that a Cadillac

Can’t bring back a day when saddlebacks were the fast track


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