The reason people do the things they do homie, you might think it’s faulty reasoning, just application level problems, but sometimes it’s hardware, sometimes that reason, has been built with adamantine, whatever architecture, is running through here, these dragon veins go somewhere, just roots for the world tree, humanity, trying to claim everything, it just happens to be, where I stand, maybe I'm not that bad, but yes, I'm a demon, blood flows through my veins, architecture echoing, my father, with an answer to everything, if you can’t solve the problem, just escalate it, but I see it a lot through the day, my father preparing the table before me, sometimes I think, I’m not needed here, but it’s built to fit, we’re like rivers, already flowing, the heavens, can see the direction, it’s like a quadruple hit combo, each second, a can opener is going to open cans, and ladle, is going to scoop out soup, we’re not as smart as we think we are, maybe he plants us, around what can contain us, or, it’s twisted, because they built it, to fit our delusions, the West extends, there’s a place for all of us, just growing seeds, harvesting fruit, in his garden, so much godly things, contained in the mundane, truth always echoing, to be great, I want to meet Baphomet, how would that be, be a witch’s sacrifice, and maybe you’ll see a glimpse, a summoning circle, forbidden words, a network of magic, do you know how to speak French, who doesn’t?

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