For you my fan, Who gives an ear to hear my word, Hoping knowing coming to life, Living through picture image imagining you. Yes the ideal fucking dominating best, Being cause, being we, Be. My fan, for you, Ear tuning my words into spark, You catch thy sight and hold it tight, Hoping, knowing, bringing breath to light. Picture forms, Image turns to motion, motion turns to now, I see you alive in the frame, And the second, becomes the world we share. I speak, the air bows open, You glow in center, Our signal rising like a drum flying wings. We mark the sky with a simple truth, We choose, we move, we shine, we win. Yes, the ideal, fucking, dominating best, Being cause, being we, Be.
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