Its our duty to destroy heaven when we see it, remind the soulless children, wallowing in their satisfaction, in their sin, that the world exists, that the heavens are watching, and its sort of gross dude, maybe go for more mature women, would you fuck a homeless woman, how long would you feed on worm girls, Israel and genocide, the holocaust, what do you think, the holocaust, does it remind you of anything, whatever, all war is the same, I'm still of the opinion, that both sides are disgusting, just little demons, if I was in that situation, I would be the same, fuck, rape, and kill anything, I’d let it loose, shed some light on power, the truth, why do we fight, who knows, at some point, a mercenary has got to ask, what do we live for, blood flows, and it stains the ground red, I feel like I’m on fire, my thirst, I can’t quench it, humans have always been bottomless holes, the Native Americans said it, if it wasn’t land, it would be for a woman, for whom my hands would be stained red, the heavens above have always been watching, the river flows, and everything, its still a test, for some of you, your soul remembers, wandering the abyss, there was no such thing as free water or plumbing, Earth, it offers you freedom, watches what you do with it, humans, such dumb little things, I don’t even think about it anymore, I sort of gave in, some of you don’t know, but soon, everyone learns, dancing, like puppets on a string, I’m satisfied, to be a cog in the machine, do my job like clockwork, I’m just a support analyst, a mercenary, the river must still flow, I’m not an architect, but these wars, nothing can stop them, if you want to measure it, decide your standing among it, he showed it to you, before it happened, make your choices, you’ll all fall to a side, everything measured, all good work has gain, I could settle for money, but I’ve also learned to like it, bent over and begging, daddy, fuck me, fuck me, he showed it to me, this life without him, just the void, the abyss, my father understands art, emotions and motivations, truth is always echoing, he tries to show it you, you know, but the cookie is such a dense thing, your place in this world, you must carve it out, take your piece of pie, that fell from the heavens, the sky, everything came from his asshole, art’s blessings are wonderful, but I still see it sometimes, when the smell of your own ass reaches your nose, and you think, damn, this is wonderful, I’m a gift to this world, I’m telling you, everything came from his asshole, in a different world, I wrote songs for Mac Miller, the devil’s talent, such beauty, timeless, some of you remember, the call of the legion, Israel and Gaza man, such bile blood, rotting, filled with puss, eternities come and go, the ocean waves ebb and pull, you’d think after all this time, we would have learned, but war stays the same, the world still exists, and we continue dancing.

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