The thing is, homie, if you fall for love, the story doesn’t end there, there’s always a next thing, if you fuck your daughter, you have to live with it, that knowledge, that you're less than a man, your father waiting above, he's going to fuck you just the same, your daughter gets to live with it too, but for her, it was a mountain she climbed, a monster she slayed, for you, it was just digging your own grave, I'm running out of salt, and I'm not in the mood for jokes, everything is a test, everything is weighed, Marie Howe, what the living do, I’m scared to look at it, but those words are proof, a battle she won, a test that was given, the heavens smile, let the rest of the world see it, what a wonderful world, I’m just a beast, who said god was dead, what kind of humongous dump, was laid upon him, pride was always a sin, so many of you are just children, are the heavens hungry, there are god seeds among you, juicy fruit, waiting to be plucked, man’s saving grace, is that he can take a fuck, oh, Bloody Mary, we’re doomed, to never touch, for I would, spit in my father’s face, hiding a dagger behind my back, and for that, he’ll never allow our love.

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