up there he’s sleeping

he’s asleep up there in the glass around the bulb
the light warms him he’s not ready to come down
the bugs have been emptied they are sleeping in the trash
in their search for light they died for what they believed
if i could i would live up there without the weight of the world
until i die for the things that i believe

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up there he’s sleeping

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