Damn I’m gonna send this thing up
like my own personal Hindenburg
An unnatural disaster baby
blow up all over this dying berg
Well I don’t know if it’s what’s inside
or what’s outside that really counts
All I care is that it’s gonna fall fall fall
and there isn’t going to be no bounce
wouldn’t you like to get on board
You better jump we’ve got limited space
looking up there’s going to be a hell of a show
When I torch off the carapace
When the shell is gone and burned away
only ephemeral skeleton remains
my spirit Hindenburg will drift to space
and some new bird will rise from the flames
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