Bomarded
A pure projectile empowered
Grafted, twisted worlds
Silver-lined windows to strange realms
They perforate a sitting mind
Leave it starstruck.
For:
They can't be controlled
They can't be utilized
They can't be understood
They can't be touched.
So:
Let them burn
Watch them light up
The most harmonious of starshowers
Burning worlds lighting dark sky
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