The echo of truth, so many questions asked, and so much work was done, we were building sandcastles, but after all's said is done, we drew our lines in the sand, the heavens and the stars in the sky, they check where we stand, under the night, so much magick under the moonlight, infected with COVID and a vampire bite, Jesus Christ and a bunch of goats, demons and wriggling worms, live, laugh, love, so much yearning, and the succulent taste of fruit, universe one, two, electric boogaloo, eternities, your family on Earth, so much to do, and there’s so many rooms, your father and sister, seeds are scattered, and each sproutling must reach for the sun, buried under the dirt, six-feet under, so close to hell and the depths of the valley, pluck some flowers, your free trial of life, if your elders were here, they’d say to make more mistakes, if you can’t get your hands dirty, and have some fun, so much work on the horizon, how will anything get done, so many problems, and pools of money for those who can solve them...

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