Pop the false things.

I imagined a brain which got lame
Moran they tell him
So there was just dust.
 
I imagine so crazy
People with nothing to lose
Who are lazy.
 
Great is a number
Two is a sweet one
The rose from the bud.
 
I saw a crow in the air
Trusting my judgment
But look carefully at the evidence.
 
Join the ranks of the few
Read alpabet soup
Rain.

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