Prompt:
In a world of crumbling souls,
Falling apart at seams unknown,
There lies a strange fire that gleams,
A ceaseless quest to claim their own.
Radiation, a silent venom seeps,
Through veins of human hearts decayed,
As dreams and hopes, like castles, weep,
In ruins of lives no longer swayed.
But amid this crumbling plight,
A flicker of oddity takes flight,
Like cesium's glow, a vibrant spark,
Defying norms, lighting up the dark.
Weird, they say, in whispered tones,
Those who conform to the mundane,
But the ones who dance to different tones,
Find true freedom, their spirits unchained.
In the vast expanse of space flight,
Among the stars and cosmic rockets,
The ones who dare, who win the fight,
Are those who embrace their peculiar pockets.
For in the fragments of shattered dreams,
A tapestry of the extraordinary blooms,
As crumbling beings find their seams,
They rise above, defying their dooms.
So let us celebrate the weird, the wild,
The dreamers who refuse to yield,
For in their hearts, the
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