I don't care for what you had to say
six thousand years ago or
when you wanted to be god's son so badly or
when you thought that the world was flat
or when you thought dragons were among us.
I want to know what you think now.
Of all the worlds we could've traveled to
you decided to ship me to the past.
I feel like you're trying to tell me something.
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