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Odained by aliens,
An unknown Alias,
He holds the earth like Atlas,
then let's it spin backwards,
Never mind the fiery eyes, storm clouds, and dust,
It is where love lurks,
He is the path to go forth,
When reality it does hurt,
When even dreams are all night epics,
he is the oasis in the desert,
Like a cactus, dual edged sword,
Sweet inside,once you get past the prickly thorns,
and how sweet it is when he unfolds,
words that strike like thunder into your inner soul,
For he is a hidden messanger on a one way road,
spinning through the cosmos,
following the tailspin of a comet,
when the force hits, he is guiding the flesh,
Ordained by aliens,
an unknown Alias.

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