So if our blood plasma is really just serum without the fibrinogens
Can't we just set sail through the center and swim in its rivers like we're kids again
As were being multiplied prolifically around arteries communicating hieroglyphically
Can't we all just burn into our memory that we're the exact same species
And that We're causing pain to the body and spreading fear like a disease
And if my name happens to be hemoglobin
And your ring flattens out to be gleaming iron
Hold my hand and meet my friend serotonin
Who's sweeter than how your friend blow has been
My garden is overgrown again
With leafy greens and stones within
Cast the first stone or suffer through being stoned again
Said the man in his throne
To his group of Roman friends
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"Said the man in his throne
To his group of Roman friends" is a very nice touch. However, your wording almost makes it seem as though the Roman man had been speaking the whole time. Was that intended?
Love it!
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