Fallen idols
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Stars burning their white hot fuel bright,
Before turning to deep black holes.
The light traveling at speed across space,
Shining into their follower’s soles.
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Influencing everything the radiance hits,
Bringing with it life and meaning.
Becoming the centre of their small lives,
Governing the way they’re leaning.
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These interstellar idols have started to dim,
Masked by the dawn of false light.
Gone are the days of the superstars shining,
Gaudy LEDs are blocking our sight.
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The shining light of fame is calling out loud,
Everyone does have a unique talent hiding,
Simon Cowell just needs to press the button,
Transforming even you to the next big thing.
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Those untouchable idols, yours to keep near,
Skills born once in a generation,
Known throughout the human race personally,
With collective awe and veneration.
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Slowly replaced by statues between flowers,
With queues slowly filing solemnly passed,
Basking in the fading starlight of old memories,
The shadows bright rays will forever cast.