Two feet in the grave,
A finger in the pie,
One mind --a vanquished slave
To the moon up in the sky,
To the moon up in the sky...
The moon the only place
Where camaraderie and bravery dance their dance,
Destiny and determination in a space
Domineered by chance,
Domineered by chance...
The robe of persecution--
Always been a lie,
Worship of belief is the apparent solution:
For the life of me I'll never know why,
For the life of me I'll never know why...
Death and love hand in hand,
The lighting can provoke romance,
Heart and soul and a stainless band;
We create the idle circumstance,
We create the idle circumstance...
The moon up in the sky--
Domineered by chance,
For the life of me I'll never know why
We create the idle circumstance...
For the life of me I'll never know why
We create the idle circumstance
By the light of a jovial moon,
By the light of a jovial moon.
By: E. Shaun Russell
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Transhumanities editor for
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-Jeanette Winterson
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