Can I not embrace the moon as it is my sun whom lights my interests
Take my concrete breath that shall fall upon dispersion to the earth
Conscious beings, you do not compliment my living presence
I cannot express how unimportant your deeds really are
Create something worth my while, create a being worth my time
Making these facets for consumer worship
This cannot be the comfort you seek
I realize how close we have come to destroy our contribution in life
All I have wanted was to be the only one
Because my name was so vital in contact
You would never discover me
I am more of you than you can ever fathom
Could I finally make use of the moon?
These are the deeds of conscious living beings?
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