Maybe wealth is the same for everyone homie, you’re rich, you’re blessed, you can’t even feel hungry, the 21st century, so many, don’t even realize it, struggle against it, and for some reason, you have more money, it’s like they’re trying to fill the hole, with nothing, with air, with dew drops, doomed, to starve for eternity, I really hunger for it, my daughter’s pussy, what am I even saying homie, keep spending money, your soul, just offer it up, piece after piece, and you’re homeless, starving on the streets, that’s what I’m saying homie, the economy, it’s a real thing, if you have money, spend it, but it’s like we received a genie, rubbed the lamp, and what did we ask for, to feed on worms for eternity, I’m going to puke, so gross to me, the threat of heaven has always been the same, linger too long, and it will take your soul.

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