All spiritual cultivation leads to immortality,

Break several barriers, unlock several pathways, become an archetype, and you'll be just like me,

Like my daddy, and his father before him,

Just animals, mountain cocks, three-clawed dragons,

My father was a dragon, an asura, my father's father, the almighty, was a god,

Vishnu, Krishna, they hang around,

But those dudes try too hard,

I've always been a peace loving cultivator,

Except when I'm making love to your sister, your wife, your sweet tasty daughter,

Did he get punched out?

Or did he taste her lips, feel their wetness, release himself within her,

I’ve been taking a lot of magic carpet rides,

I’ve been paying a lot of tolls, to the less deserving, will it turn a profit?

Who knows,

Some of you assholes are selling shit too cheaply,

Yeah, that dream, its worth at least thirty thousand lifetimes,

Hey, don’t get greedy,

The girls have to grow up sometime,

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Those eggs, by the river,

One day they’ll climb all the way up,

Become dragons after a lifetime,

Their brothers, their fathers, fighting in Valhalla, they were warriors,

The Greeks became heroes, earned their boldness,

They're Russian now, is there an imprint of that truth?

The Americans, the Ents, their war in Afghanistan,

You can’t blame them, they chose red,

They settled, they needed to be fed,

The Southern Gentleman,

His little sister, let me marry her, I love her,

A lifetime, an eternal love song,

I’m a mortal now,

Howling at the moonlight,

Reciting poetry,

What will my existence echo out,

In this reality,

This mountain top, cocks out,

Panthers roaming their territory,

What will the truth be to me,

Men, women, young girls, young boys,

Growing up,

Would you eat an egg?

Let me wait till she’s grown up,

Are you eighteen yet?

Anyways, good luck,

By the end you’ll call me brother,

You won’t want to admit it,

But I’ll be able to say,

I was just there when you were a kid,

Quite brave, those trans girls,

Many people, they’ll call out hierarchy,

And little one, just repeat after me,

Tell them, my brother told me to tell you, my father is looking after me,

For some of you there’s still that struggle,

That hunger, that aching, it needs filling,

From East to West, the people are being fed,

But maybe that’s too easy, try starving for an eternity?

Maybe that’s too far, do you see me?

Do I see you?

You’re a god, you really are,

But some of you prefer the dog leash,

Little critters, lovely hens, big tits, nerd girls, boobies, brunettes, your sister,

Some of you chose red,

But will you be able to afford it?

The game goes on, into infinity,

Can you see my level?

Unknown, I know, I’d eat a panther,

Lower the frequency,

The poem’s too high, bring it to mortality,

Bring it back to hell,

I know you’re poor, a night of released inhibitions,

That was a good time, I know you’re a good girl,

But daddy likes you dirty, break your little brother’s heart,

Cops guarding their territory, the boys in blue, the Hindu gods, and maybe the buddhas,

If they’re dirty enough, anyways its summer,

Let’s follow Maitreya,

Watch the flower unfurl,

Your father, he would give you the world,

He loves his little girl,

A fourth thing, void battles, and love songs,

I'm going to stop here,

The poet has to die sometime,

Or am I immortal?