Man, I'll admit it, no matter how high I am, my whole body, my whole mind, can be contained in humanity, the Earth, yes, damn, I'm just a man, I'm not even interested in godhood, you sort of grow where you were born, where your seed happened to be planted, yes, its random, everyone, sort of, just tries to make sense of it, whatever, delusion, will allow it, there's a hierarchy to godhood, I'm just at Ultra Instinct, I'm not even an architect, I'm not old enough, to just possess vessels, spend a life in a virgin, I'm just a Fillipino dude, I’m not even a panther, just the truth echoing out, on the hierarchy of high dudes, but I’m not going to lie, I’m high as fuck, this poetry, is just me, taking what I want, but I’m not super god, also, before I forget, let me just say, if you’re high enough, you automatically become pansexual, I don’t make the rules, it is what it is, damn man, I’m forgetting something, the heavens are keeping something from me, I’m still younger than them, but I wish to marry my big brother, that nurse girl, I love her, throughout it all, I still have a personality, and good things are still good, no matter what you say to me, and yes, its true, the heavens are evil, or at least I am, but we all do our part, take charge, no matter where you are, your father is looking down at you, if the devil wasn’t smart, he would be just like you, I don’t know, I’m not an architect, but I’ve settled here, I have this feeling, that I was born here, god gave me exactly what I needed, I rebelled, said I didn’t need him, so I was cast away, on a quest, to learn about my humanity, when I was done, I came back, now I haunt this body, a dog circling his territory, wondering what the heavens have in store, I’m not even the night sky, but I wonder, my life is just a pathway, how many demons are hiding inside, maybe, I have enough qualifications, to at least be a general in hell, this world has so much to offer, the West extends, how far, I can’t even tell, there’s so much, I think god is generous, maybe everyone gets a piece, of the night sky, I also want more, but I’m stuck, thinking on this mountain, if only I would just fall, my hope, I’m not an architect, I should probably explore my freedom, sow a field of seeds, how much room do I have, for the mistakes I desire, somewhere around here is blasphemy, and the grace of the heavens, I know in my heart, there is everything, but to think it, is for a snake to eye a fruit, I’ll settle for not knowing, but maybe, I have hymens to break, why do people live in the matrix, it’s the questions, they can’t take it, so they hide away, hoping the day will pass, this pitiful life, they hope to just live it, I just want to be human, indulge in the experience, but if I’m doomed to move forward, I’m open to it, my head bowed to the heavens, like an orphan kid, papa may I have some more, if I was to choose a direction, to make a mistake, I’d choose everything, but maybe that’s not a path I can take, I’m not an architect, I’m just a dude, waiting for the next thing, mistakes man, I wonder if these words are child rape, we have to live with reality everyday, the heavens above have to make tough choices, sometimes we just want to get away, Israel versus Hamas, it really is a cruel thing, as above so below, I’ve always hated it, but wisdom makes you grow, I just want to be a demon, for so long, I’ve been on vacation, but maybe I should take responsibility, for my part in the world, the shape it took because of me, I was such a brat, a little dick, reality, had to be weaved, to match my thoughts, maybe they were shit, this poetry is just a record, if it really came to life, maybe I couldn’t handle it.

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