Oh,lluna - Martians

Everywhere is barricaded
You focus on the walls
Hoping that you can make it
Facing your biggest fears
You are the broken one
But really you are the faded
You're feeling kind of jaded
You're feeling kind of hated
You fly like you a bird
But pretty bird don't cry
Pretty little girl
Don't swim if you can fly
Don't win if you can fight
You're on a roll it's alright
Pretty little bird
I can take demons from hell
And store them in dead bodies on earth
That's quite a trick
It is a skill
Learned over many years
After 40 days and 40 nights
You clip your wings so you can't fly
The devil is out tonight
Lost in the desert
You claim you're in need
You shout but it won't mean
A thing not a thing

Written by:
brittany okorie

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