You’re part of a family homie, remember that, you may not recognize it yet, but all these contracts, in the sand, they extend into the horizon, we are but men, and women, non-binary, autistic, we are all programs, in a grand machine, what keeps it going, is that we do our part, you may want to dismantle it, I've crafted, my share of viruses, of poisons, but each part of this, these rivers, these flowing oceans, the dirt, and the worms that churn them, so much thought, has been placed, in the truth, that echoes out within them, the hardness of diamonds, the stars, and the night sky, if it was magic, it would flow freely, like the spirit, but reality echoes out, encased in stone, our chains bind us, adamantine, it has always, been righteous, to fight against the heavens, the West extends, do your farts smell good, humanity, is an old story, blasphemy, echoes through each part of it, our freedom, and our mistakes, are you hungry, then start feeding, the devil flows through us all, it’s costly, to help anyone, but the heavens watch over everything, all good is rewarded, and there is vengeance, for all our selfishness, but who do we have, throughout this grand journey, we are imperfect, but the road is long, rest up, sometimes, we earn our forgiveness, the rest of the year, is still ahead of us, a lot of what we desire, is going to cost some HP, fight, bite, and struggle, a lot of the places, we want to be, little pockets, of comfort, of paradise, of heaven, there is a gatekeeper waiting, there is always a price, an earned right, damn, the roads from hell, still exist, the vastness of space, that everlasting golden road, sometimes we get willful, how much, can we steal, and cheat, is no one watching, if my father was here, how much would he indulge in, the ball is going to roll down the hill, look at it flow, a gangster, like the rest of us, rivers of blood, forbidden fruit, and unanswered questions, so much to see, so much reason for everything, the week just started, I wish I could sleep in, the golden rule, if you ever, wish to give in, give up the game, just know, the good in people is always echoing, a lot of us, we’re still playing, roll the dice, how much can you lose, before you’re reduced to atoms, the wrath of the heavens, is a terrible thing.

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