Poem -
The Pale Martyr
It's done...Â
when I stabbed
the square moon
the pen was my knife
It's done...
when I released
the white bloodÂ
from the cage the life
It is done,
it is non,Â
You and meÂ
We are one
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I say,... stabbed the moon did you? May the universe be merciful at your galactic trial. I tried to blow up Neptune so... Maybe I'll see you in court. Cheers! 😆