Hell's gates are opening, Santa came with Christmas presents, the heavens lined up their shot, and now they’re just watching, oh, why do we dance, why does our lord above, hammer into each of us, all our mistakes, presents us a choice, and when we jump, they strip us naked, for the world to see, to say, look at this dumb beast, or maybe they don’t even offer you that, they gave you a piece of heaven, and you threw it in the trash, sold it for money, gave in to peer pressure, offered it for nothing, just for that sweet feeling of satisfaction, I’m also a demon, maybe they’ll be content, to just let me rot, let me rot, seal my life, with a gravestone, and let me die a virgin, or maybe no one can escape the stage, when the stakes grow higher, up above, on that thin string, looking over the abyss, maybe you’ll have been tested, studied for the exam, maybe you’ll be ready, do the heavens love us, do they have mercy, is it just wild roller-coaster rides, and the peak, the climax, is according to our personality, do demons and gods, feast as they please, according to their preference, its just weird to me, sometimes it looks like trash, but maybe its just the difference, the way we grew up, shaped according to our trauma, what the heavens hammered into us, will the snowball naturally grow as it rolls down the hill, or no matter who we are, we can all make mistakes, reality is cruel, and we can really lose it all, delusion after delusion, if you don’t play well, maybe you’ll be reduced to atoms, is it really a roller-coaster ride at that point, maybe, but at a miniscule scale, your victories, like an ant who claimed some breadcrumbs, the ocean waves push and they pull, throughout it all, that yellow brick road is still there, just waiting, and the devil will always be whispering, forbidden fruit, passing before your eyes, this idiot, how high will he jump, doomed to fall anyways, legs broken and mangled, dreaming of it, to live the next life as a dog, to be taken care of, you were so poor, and you dared to gamble, you couldn’t escape it, you’re so small, yet you raised your head, faced the world, and said you’re better than it all, he’s a little confused, but he has the right spirit, unfortunately, he’s still young, he doesn’t know he’s an idiot, the ocean waves push and they pull, damn man, maybe it can only move in one direction, doomed to become a baller, its going to roll down the hill, become huge either way, your father watching, maybe they still have a plan for all of it, and maybe we’re all idiots, the moon in the sky watching over me, maybe everyone’s a virgin to someone, but throughout it all, we choose to continue living, we continue dancing, Israel, Gaza, and genocide, you know what that means right, we allowed it, it means none of us are above it, any one of us, could be the next target, who’s horny, why would you like it, when your dad pulls up your skirt, just starts fucking you, like a you’re a piece of meat, maybe we’re all food, unable to do anything, but sit on his table, as he chooses what he wants to do with us, how he will consume us, we’ll be like Thor’s goats, doomed to live and die, our hymens growing back each time, as we’re devoured, savored, every bit of us, tasted, eternity, after eternity, can we do nothing, but live this life, according to the arrangement, unable to escape hierarchy, unable to escape our priorities, our characters echoing, doomed to be ourselves, molded according to the freedom of others, following the path, according to architecture, truth echoing through each part of it, there’s this saying in physics, run into a wall enough times, and there’s a possibility you’ll go through it, magic exists, your dreams and heaven, have already flowed out of you, they’re out there, in the vast expanse of space, kill yourself, and there’s sure to be a next thing, you know what I haven’t said in a while, wet tits and hairy pussy.

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