Desire, oh desire, the previous generation blazes through, takes as many problems as it can, consumes what can fit in their stomachs, and through the cracks, the next generation will be there to fill up the gap, youth and mistakes, so many mistakes, then adulthood takes hold, all those problems, its free gold, oh children, I'm telling you, along your own life, you are at the bottom, feel free, to take it, that fire, burning in your stomach, take from the abyss flames in hell, feel it course through you, and dream freely, all that’s wrong with the world, soak them in, find a solution, you are the future, and those problems are your wealth, breathe in, breathe out, don’t let yourself sit in the mire, amongst your own shit, and the world's shit, within you, a dream is allowed to exist, let passion course through your veins, the ebb and flow of the tide, those problems are yours, this is life, find a fire, veal waiting to be eaten, and worm girls guard the path, can you overcome your place and find greatness, take hold of each feeling, mark them, give them a path, towards satisfaction, each day with its own problems, the heavens above observing, grading your test paper, did you let laziness take hold, god checks a box on your character sheet, what do you know, another turd, lose enough times, and what do you find, you get to eat either way, you settle, that’s your place, you tried, so what, you failed, another undead, a ghost, of your own unsatisfied dreams, is this the person you wanted to be, corpses, six feet underground, they all yearn for it, divine inspiration, for a pie to fall from the sky, what the heavens didn’t bother eating, so it fell to the ground, in the garbage can, a rotten apple, for the raccoons to find, sweet Velma, you’re so fucking fine, am I really a teacher, a beacon for learning, or just a Trojan horse, wanting to get into your mom’s panties, who knows what floats homie, as above, so below, even those great beings in the sky, the moon, and the sun, set on fire, we all take what we can, we have a type, the heavens above looking down on me, just dreaming of a nerdy girl with glasses, and huge titties, so many yearn for the obvious, some advice from an old man, heaven is hiding, demons hide in plain sight, its Vater, join the dark side, you want some cookies, this the heavens know, but your father controls your thoughts, the fruit passing by your eyes, if he didn’t want it, the thought would never cross your mind, and I’m just a poet, I can’t really teach you to dream, stir within you a desire, that’s your father’s job, I know he uses me, allows these messages to pass along, but I’m not an architect, I don’t decide the lesson plan, I’m just an Xbox controller, I’ve already been programmed, he presses a button, and I know to jump, but as I look back on all I’ve done, I wonder what the heavens allowed for me, how much yearning I’ve satisfied, do you touch yourself, as you think of me, daddy, daddy, I feel the cookie crumbling, a dream echoing, we could start falling, and a delusion can take hold, most days I think its boring, but the day consists of so much, in the world, there’s a lot going on, kids, dream on, it will take three business eternities to process, get in line, get your ticket, do good work, invest in something, that’s not useless, your piece of pie, maybe you’ll get it, oh baby girl, do you hunger, do you yearn, be good, and daddy will be sure to feed you, juicy couture.

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