One star is a divider of the galaxies,
It pours its light on the less fortunate
Of the colonies, feeling like a start and
A finish, wishing on it will brighten it.
One pole star negates the present times,
Its fierce darkness emits desire
And calamities will arrive selling the gold.
One star emits a darling heart of heretics,
Heresy must desist and halt in the ways of stars.
One may feel the acts of the prophets
In ways of the human call,
Feeding a frenzy of laughter.
One laughs too solidly in cliffs
That master the soul of its stars.
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