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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
A poem by and about Serenity.
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I'm not really a fan, it's a final poetry project for a class and he had instructions for every line :( but still, it was about firefly, so I thought I'd share.
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Love keeps me in the air.
You can't just dig into me, shove twenty needles in my eyes and ask me what I see!
I walked on my feet and heard with my ears. I ate the bits, the bits stayed down, and I work. I function like I'm a girl. Ain’t never smelled a fart.
The sound of them leaving I could only see.
Mal. Bad in the Latin.
The only thing you’re going to find on New Melbourne is fish and fish related activities.
Mercy is the mark of a great man, but Mal’s only good.
Every well-bred petty crook knows that small concealable weapons go to the far left of the place setting.
Reavers are men that forgot how to be men.
They’ve got the whole gorram ‘verse running scared.
We are not gonna die. You know why? Because we are so very pretty.
Were there monkeys? Were there terrifying space monkeys?
Their courtship was nothing more than a fluffy excuse for a torture device.
The red balloons of ghosts gave way to the objects of other meanings
And our albatross always brings us luck
But then she melted into the ship and now she is one with me
But Mama Serenity always knows best, and she’ll fly true
So that today, tomorrow, the day after that, when you can’t run, you crawl, and when you can’t crawl, when you can’t do that, you find someone to carry you.
Tian Yesu qi sheng ti tou!
They say the snow on the roof was too heavy. They say the ceiling will cave in. His brains are in terrible danger.
One goes into the house of eleven eleven times, but always comes out one.
Carrying your bullet, the object you never thought.
(Tian Yesu qi sheng ti tou! - Sweet Jesus and his holy body piercings)
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