Your dad eats the fruit, are you butthurt, enter the six cycles of reincarnation, live, laugh, love, eternities pass, you'll get over it, the purpose of trauma, your red blood, and your yearning for change, if we’re just going to be beasts, what does it amount to, but the energy for a rocket to make it to the moon, the echo of sin and adamantine chains, so many dependencies, and requirements of evil deeds, think it through, for this branch to extend, and bear a fruit, seeds must be scattered, all over your face, thank you, come again, and again...

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