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The Birth of Freedom

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Essay title: The Birth of Freedom

I consumed the vacuum of outer space

And spat out stars like watermelon seeds

Planned on giving my sons and daughters

Rings and round things for their planetary surroundings

Like what solar systems sell supernatural souls

Some go about it the Milky Way

But, I play it cool

While sipping solstice sizzurp from the Big Dipper

A tool implemented and invented

With the intention to quench Orion's thirst

Taste quasar star bursts while

Making comments to comets and notices to novas that

I got a sort of God complex

Cause I've made the galaxy my complex to roam

Called up Rome and notified my home in Egypt that I

Shared air with nephews in Asia

Fused major love under Asia Minor

Hell, I hit up El Salvador on the cell

And blew caution to Katrina about my

Elevated levels of winds and land, granted,

I planted footstep mists upon mountains-purple

They called me majestic'

Some wanted to touch the sun and left streaks of fingerprints

Across the sky, but I didn't feel molested

But no other touch the sun like she touched the sun

She touched the sun and made the sun raise

She touched the sun to make the sun rays

She kissed the sun and admired the sun's spores

I gave out polar pheromones through my pores

I gave out heat as she gave out heat

Defeating the purpose of the clouds hiding my solar flare

I blush and she blushes as I brush her hair back

She graced her hand cross my surface

My purpose was to give shine to shade

And upgrade attitudes through my altitudes I possess

My reign remains and grows rainbows through even meteor showers

Throw bows and striking poses

As solar eclipses fail to devour the light inside of pride

From dusk till dawn I yawn and inhale moons

To make gravitational pulls from Mother Earth's pools

So me and my Queen could mack tonight

Fuck a tune like "Mack the Knife"

I'm in tune exhaling aurora pianos

Scaling scraped skies

And while the government lies

I sit-up from sun-up to sun-down

Making sure my sun doesn't stay down...

Oppressed

Making sure my son isn't set being sat down

I'm sure my sun is upset when

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