The night is purple
Obstacle black
My hands are writing
My instruction slack
The grass is slippery
The bars are wide
Enemies have accumulated
Evil won't subside
I want to be selfless
Like these in neutral
often just helpless
The night is purple
Ufos fill the late evening
Tired eyes on disbelieving face
Police reports are filling themselves out
Some will will attempt to erase me
I want to be selfless to live and speak
Like these dressed as angels
Who persecute the weak
knitting evil into tangles
The servants want to go home
The police won't let me go
So they have to stay
And lock it all up
And I'll be whisked away
it's prison...
It's a prison
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