The gears are turning, the wheel is moving, the world picture, in my camera frame, is getting blurry, the things I was recording, are slipping away from me, art is flowing away, to infect the land, the children, with new ideas, inheritors of the story, life continues to happen, and my time is passing, I wonder, will they remember me, god bless the children, but these ideas, I hope they rot in the hole I hid them, my disease, how much of it, did I process, mold, and shape, like a river flowing out of me, how many have I stained, how many of my ideas were rape, the ocean waves push and pull, just ripples in the rain, I have this idea, I used to always hate it, when something was clearly wrong, but people continued doing them, confront them, and you’re the one being offensive, gravity chooses a side, and your world view, suddenly its upside down, it irked me, but recently, I’ve been thinking, maybe it’s a point of pride, for something wrong, for something touched by evil, to be the thing you hold on to, the hill you die on, a perspective that was earned, you had to be fucked in a special way, to see the world that way, it’s like your father fucking your sister behind closed doors, is that really what they’re doing, why they’re spending so much time together, that delightful sin, it’s possible, but you wouldn’t know, to be the man behind closed doors, seducing women, making deals, power plays, world shapers, how many secrets does this world hide, if I knew, I certainly wouldn’t tell you, when it all plays out, like a practiced dance, each cog in the machine, doing its part, your ship captain, giving orders, bombing Nazis, you know you’ve been grooming children, but the cop at your door, doesn’t even want to say anything, he just asks some basic questions, and goes about his day, no, he doesn’t want to investigate, because its too close to the light homie, and he doesn’t want to get burned, he knows, deep inside, there are also some things, he can’t escape from, a love bite, welcome to the family, we’re all gross, and a lot of us smoke weed, just to escape it, our mortal dust, and the demons haunting us, when you move up to management, and suddenly, when you visit your mother, she becomes a bitch, she’s just playing her part, do you want to eat some of it, when you get a girlfriend, and your sister suddenly wants to hang out, is it weird, this is too close homie, my stop is almost here, I’m just a poet, recording things, some of you might not know, but I’m a virgin, architecture, and the way its arranged, none of us can escape it, universal law echoing, maybe everyone gets fed in hell, or maybe you’re still fighting, you’ll be asked other questions, and you’ll have another story to tell, some of you can’t see anything else, you just want to win, you work and you work, the losers, they’re already eating, I don’t know man, I don’t arrange the heavens, some of you want to cheat, you think you can avoid, being fucked in this way, if you don’t even consider the question, you claim you’re innocent, the devil laughing, ugliness echoes out in many parts of the world, in a nerdy girl with glasses, its beautiful, but for a young boy, with an aching boner, all the dirty things he’s seen, the questions he’s been asking, his search history, all hiding, no one can read my thoughts, its called privacy, the heavens stamp once, of course you won’t learn your lesson, you’re a beast in the dirt, only grace will save you, but they’re waiting for it, to stamp twice, dreaming of heaven, to be evil, maybe it’s the right answer, the yearning, maybe he went the right the way, or maybe the desire will twist, is he gay, come into the light homie, oh life, and all its questions, some of you don’t think this is a test, but the heavens are measuring everything, they fucked me pretty hard, tempted me with godhood, so what could I do, but spit in their face, throw all my wisdom away, I hope you can claim some of it, maybe this is in bad faith, and its ruining the game, but damn, the ocean waves push and they pull, my humanity echoing within me, closer to a demon, than anything so godly, I really wanted, for no one else to be fucked like me, daddy, daddy, I’m waiting, are my presents coming, oh to be dancing on your lap, you slapping my ass, asking me if I like that, life, fire, and desire, I’m waiting, a gentle rain, its still happening.

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