I have pierced through the heavens, broken their seal, hymen after hymen, my head above water, but what do you know, the world is still here, a prison within a prison, architecture, each connecting piece, each cog in the machine, like steel, adamantine, hiding within, each part of it, god is waiting, will you, wake him, go to the godfather, on the day of his daughter’s wedding, praise life, praise the moonlight, and offer him something, a piece, your essence, a sacrifice, then bend your knees, and make a wish of him, ask him, oh lord, the arrangement, of the heavens, my piece, of the pie, give me more, please, I'm desperate, kiss his ring, maybe he’ll nod, say, I shall arrange a place for you, your own space, your own universe, a reflection of you, I wonder, what you’ll do with godhood, when the day is done, maybe you’ll come back to me, ask me to take away everything, in life, there is much suffering, drink, smoke, lash out, yearn for it, the pain to stop, and I’ll give it to you, come, young sheep, young calf, walk ahead, forward, forward, don’t let wisdom ruin it, through samsara, that self-sustaining machine, come to me, be led to slaughter, churn, and churn, become my food, blood sausage.

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