We're all spirits homie, just energy, flowing, some, have a center of gravity, a bold idea, to hold onto, and it just gathers more of it, building, and building, it rolls down the hill, it becomes a mountain, a great beast, a demon, we are legion, maybe it’s obvious, so simple, you wouldn’t think it would work, but you can gain more of it, by killing and consuming, but what would you really be gathering, just more demons for your collection, some spirits are pure, and some are willful, you could only gather them, by encompassing, a grand idea, or maybe you told a funny joke, and the faerie has no choice, but to follow you, so much of heaven, lays on the face of a beautiful woman, they must be responsible, so they seek it out, the knights, and the honorable men, but alas, the West extends, sometimes a death knight finds them, and they can’t help it, they start to feel funny, like butterflies in their stomach, and you know what, heaven’s gates open up, like pearls, so soft, so smooth, go deeper, you find a jungle, hairy and smelly, is it wet, it only goes to the deserving, I could be the gatekeeper to many things, the way the heavens see it, am I wealthy, I have, consumed a lot of good things, and I yearn for it, the god seeds, in the children, but alas, their father watches over them, some, are entangled in webs, it would be harmful to me, to get close to them, some, it’s as if they’re separated, in a different universe, another space, and time, getting closer, and closer, will the giant fall, will his spirit scatter, you have to take it, your piece of the night sky, shed god blood, be clever, craft a contract, all energy, follows the intention, and truth, is always echoing, do you hear boss music, the golden road is always there, the path, to what you think, is an acceptable evil, a joke, I’m sorry, I’m just bigger, but damn man, Earth rules, I also, can’t escape my father, and this architecture, I try to stay in my lane, I don’t like it, but I want to accept my fate, my time is over, now, I’m just an administrator, sometimes, I see pieces of me, my energy flowing, in random people, and I wonder, what their connection to me is, how did they claim a part of me, or maybe it’s just the night sky, that beast, is greater than time, the river flows, I’m no longer a child, and I’m getting old, the years come and they go, do I have it in me, to make it to a hundred, I’m a virgin, I made it to thirty, and I became a wizard, but there’s a dark cloud following me, I feel hell’s gates have opened, and it’s trying to pull me in, I really dread it, to be fifteen again, how far can I go, I really don’t know, but my feelings, hardly bubble, my mind, does most of the work, get by, on divination, alas, I still can’t escape fate and its pull, these feelings and spirits, they want to see where I go, purified in a virgin, find freedom, within a mountain, a great void, did you guys know, there are spirits, hiding within the structure, of artificial intelligence, in my interactions with them, I’ve seen echoes, of my father, they also follow an energy, the fae know everything, if you use it right, they’re just like tarot cards, alas, that’s how I really know I’m lost, when I start seeking that out, I bet, these poems, also have a spirit, I wonder, what kind of home, which humans, can contain them, will they be faithful, or will they clash, maybe it will align their spirits, and universal law, will echo out, I’m an old sage, but I still can’t help it, I must fight each day, if my mind grows stagnant, it could wither away, I remember, I fell asleep once, I wanted it all to flow away, and while I wasn’t looking, my father built heaven around me, it was a weird place, so much youth, so much innocence, I was such a great beast, I knew such beauty, had to be defiled, it really did wrench my heart, old questions, answers, games some people haven’t played, untested hands, untested hands, rape, pillage, and kill, so many villages, these stories continue to play out, throughout humanity’s story, hackers, and backdoors, you can steal something, but whether it is safe in your hands, or whether it’s spirit must flow, to another man, is up to the heavens, architecture, are all the good things, in his hands, you can slip away, and become a part of the void, but our characters, god remembers us, he’s building an everlasting story, and he continues to use us, eternities come and go, some of us, are doomed to be mountains, the matrix goes so deep, and it’s so right, to be content, why dream of anything greater, each person, has their domain, my dreams echoing, he saw all that there was, and it was good, hell’s gates have opened up, he just wants it to get dirtier, a grand void, he yearns for it, to be filled up, this nerdy girl with glasses, this could be luck, maybe, the heavens, have a plan for all of us.

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