supersatellite

i've read the bible

i've read dylan

i'm reading people now

because it is much more chilling

i sit on a satellite

with the stars made of gold

there's life through that hollow lens

i know supersatellite

i watch the traffic

i find the seeds

there's one man in particular

who's not what he seems

i can't focus in

on the lies in his head

he's convinced that his blood is blue

but it's red

supersatellite

nothing dazzles me

i am in his dreams

nothing is shocking

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