31 October, 1975
Leaving this place upon the earth,
I am a leaving for the universe,
Knowing full well that I will die,
Unless I prove myself,
In this poor desolated, isolated place,
Called space, called space.
Too many years have passed since then,
I am still living in this universe,
I am too lonely on my own,
I only want some love and care,
From someone I love, someone I trust,
Some love, I’m lonely.
Hyping my way about in space,
Without any care for the other race,
Knowing full well that I will die,
After I have destroyed,
The race that killed off my love and faith
With hate, My Love.
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