In the corridors of Voyager, a shadow stands, A soul entwined by fate’s own hands. From a flash of light, two lives were sewn, Into one, I stand alone.

Oh, they wanna transport my heart in two, Split me apart, what can I do? Caught in a Starfleet riddle, Playing sorrow like a fiddle.

Each step echoes with voices twined, Tuvok’s wisdom with Neelix’s kind. A single life from a broken beam, Living a nightmare, dressed as a dream.

I am but a whisper of both their wills, A spectral dance of unforeseen ills. In their eyes, I see the pain, A heart divided, must I wane?

The captain stands with a heavy choice, In her hands, the end of my voice. For the good of two, must one fade away? In the echoes of stars, hear my plea to stay.

As I dissolve in the transporter’s glow, Remember the life that they forgo. A fleeting whisper in the cosmic sea, Tuvix lives on, let my spirit be free.

I’ll start a petition to publicly ban this unnatural abomination.

I don’t want my kids to be exposed to this kind of filth.

Or at least the packaging needs to be censored, with a mandatory warning sticker about the heretic contents & how our hero Captain Janeway will always come through and re-establish the natural order again.

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