I'm also a ghost, the echo, of a life's worth of questions, that have already passed me by,

There are still youth here, I smell it in the air,

The succulent taste of virgins, they’re still learning,

Observing, processing, deciding, who they want to be,

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In a way they’re all god seeds, they’re alive, they have the spark of life,

Of course they would want something good for themselves,

Of course they’ll grow either way,

The river flows, conforming to the land,

But it will still walk, in a direction, according to their freedom,

They’ll choose something, meant for them,

Their destiny, it could all be decided by the heavens,

But I hope they enjoy the journey,

Cherish life, learn to love their family,

This whole thing could be good,

But would you want it,

The devil laughing,

Come child, join me,

Let us feast, for eternity.