They call me the teacher, a traveling mercenary, spreading his fame and story, teaching children and bandits, a lesson of life and death, come to me and face your mortality, decide your place on the hierarchy, somehow it always ends up, with your corpse laying beneath me, many come and say, you’re not so great, let me challenge you this day, and each time, they learn, that they haven’t valued their life, nearly as much as they should have, they come to me and seek glory, and I teach them their place under the heavens, I let their blood soak the land, and let their bodies feed the insects and the worms, such is the cycle of life, when you’re a fool with a blade, when you have the energy, the earnest wish, but not the wisdom to use it, what am I even talking about anymore, don’t mind me, I’m just trying to escape all that gore, seriously, who would even think of fucking their daughters, I need a vacation, it’s almost Christmas, then the new year and all it's problems, such is life, c’est la vie, fruit before your eyes, French vanilla, take a sip, damn man, just let me get away from it, I didn’t get into poetry to direct porn, I’d rather be a soldier, but what about all the flower petals and the aching fruits, don’t they need love too, just imagine if the people around me knew what I was writing, I feel so gross, I can’t even go in the sun, I feel my skin will start burning, damn man, just words, so what if it gets you wet, everyone needs release, thinking of daddy, my baby girl, her wet tits, it's Sunday morning, unfortunately it’s not time yet, for my medication, just let me relax, chill with my puppy, Pluto, such a baby, he loves to cuddle, we should get some peanut butter, take the shot, bang, more trash, to feed the insects, such is life, walk by the river and you’ll get wet, you might not know, but my daily life, is quite separate from all of this, it’s just art, egos and energy, working itself through me, it's part of the world story, maybe it's something we need to see, Maitreya, will she lead us away, we’re hungry, maybe she has cookies, ho, ho, ho, did someone call for Santa, who has a deck of cards, Vater, where are you, let’s gamble, let’s play, the West extends, I have such big Nick energy, all this money to spend, the game goes on, the river diverges, the cookie is crumbling, the next year is coming, let’s decide our place, on the hierarchy, ready, set, go, just a record, of the world, where we will end up, in your daughter’s panties, daddy, wrong hole, the fish are biting, reel it in, a pack of number sevens, red, soon, we’ll be feasting, the ground opened up, hell’s gates, a secret, are you invited, the river continues flowing, does it climb the stairs, heaven’s gates, mommy, I’m coming, your dad is waking up, I didn’t use a condom, forbidden fruit, eating all his food, will he be mad, is it time for a rebellion, the sky’s asshole relaxed, the ocean waves push and they pull, the moon in the sky waiting, when will we plant our flag on her, have a beer, where’s the piano man, let me get out my guitar, a little Wonderwall, a little romance, Mount Vesuvius, it really blew up, all over her chest and her face, such lovely fruit, hairy and smelly, durian, put your lips on it, a honeypot, it's like I fell in a swamp, and I can’t get out, there are other things in life, where are the witches, someone cast a spell, are you lost, get out your tarot cards, maybe we can figure out the direction, I’m satisfied just to work and feed on virgins, so much fruit, they’re all aching, later today, I’m going to buy some groceries, some dog food, I’ll go to sleep, and call it a day, maybe I should read something religious, bring something interesting, to bible study, why do preachers preach, fruit dripping wet, with holy water, teacher, I’ve been a bad girl, why is the world this way, don’t ask, just follow the flow, knock thrice, and don’t worry about it, just come inside, oh baby, all these feelings, you fill me up, feeding on dew drops, on air, is there love in life, do you even care, it's always writing something, I sort of jump into these poems head first, I never really know what I’m writing till the end, maybe we’re all just feeding, looking for morsels, consuming content, when life is good, you have this tendency, I want to see others happy, I want to share, where are all my problems, I threw them out the window, if we fall to hell, I wouldn’t even care, legs spread open, those pearly gates, let us pray before we eat, your mom’s panties, is it flooding?

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