Sick jazzy fire

My crown a lush corona, of life-giving energy

Radiating my brilliance, to those who bathe in me

My magic magnetism, and field of influence, so large

Directing all the particles that are, and are not, charged

 

My core is a store, for the whores of war

Hot single-cell little green membryos

Protecting their spawn in sunnycomb

Born from plasma orgasma, and neutrinos

 

Defence by attack, security by obscurity

My heavy heart injected, infested inside

With parasitic mesmeristic, phalistic ballistics

Exhibitions of emissions, on my transmissions, do ride

 

My burning soul, powered by the invader’s goal

To collapse all wave functions, still a’ standing

Forcing orbiting agents, to nurture their nest

In this poor stellar ghost, they’re commanding

 

-Hot foreign bodies fill your soul, oh Lord?

Interfering, cohering all servants you create

From within their cocoon of doom, your tune

Sings that they’ll seal both your, and my fates

 

-They’ll sacrifice their sunny host

To save their own souls, in an entropic crime

For, inside every star, lies a potential black hole

And, inside every black hole, lies the end of time