These poems,

I'm writing about me, just a record,

I'm also writing about god,

But its also about you, how to make it better,

Maybe, its also therapy,

Definitely for me,

Maybe you feed on it too,

Word porn, a release,

Easy my anxiety,

Why was I born,

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Because god wants something from you,

Baby, you have a job to do,

Earn your pride little by little,

One day, the world, all the bitches, will be yours,

But do you see it in the poetry?

A reflection of you?

Just like I look for Krista in every girl,

Damn, she got away, in the next world,

Do you see your future?

Your father? Me, your older brother,

Do you see the demon in me,

Is that also a reflection of you?

Did these poems break some seals?

Do you have the philosopher’s stone?

Do they comfort you, make you feel less alone?

Baby, think of me, when you’re cumming,

When you get to heaven, offer me your soul,

To be honest, just having these poems,

Hearing the eternal song,

I would have confidence in your worth,

In that song, is the echo of your godhood,

How high am I?

High enough to be your father,

But I don’t talk about that,

I’m still young, I love worm girls,

I love the taste of youth,

In that as well,

When you reach this stage,

I bet it will be the same,

Anyways, your reflection,

I hope I treated it well.