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Free Association


Superman does exist

Not with an S on his chest, but with a purse on it

Not man, in fact wo-man

Gives the world what it need, does not heed to demand

Brought here from Krypton, not of Earth

A gift from Gods, but plagued with a curse

To give life to a race of killers

Who rather create destruction instead of create more pillars

Twas not her fault, the Superkids are to blame

She gave them everything, Supermom is her name

Free Association

Brothers and sisters, why do they judge

Are we related

Could they be of the same blood

Do we feel one with which we are created

They are produced separate

But we are glued to the same fabric

Free Association

I am God

Do not be offended

So are you

No religion needed to be one with you

Universal energy flows through our veins

Dark, empty, nothing, endless, true

You are the greatest version of you

Find pride in th essensce of sorrow

Leave today and work towards tomorrow

Free Association

Red, green, blue

Colors

Love, anger, greed

Emotions

Future

Us

 

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