Sometimes its too far away homie, the karma can’t complete, that’s how you get ghosts, demons, at that point, you reach out for a helping hand, you need an expert, to ease the burden in your soul, be the character you need them to be, for them to offer words of comfort, for all the hurt, the deep, aching wounds, you need an exorcist, to purify the spirit, offer it satisfaction, a reason, for the river to flow outward, or maybe you need a virgin sacrifice, defile her, make her mine, this sin, I'll consume it, the weight, I’ll bear it, look above you, your father and the devil smiling, the moon in the night sky shining, you bore me, I’m your son, and I grew up to be just the same, I’m a demon, I’m a dragon, all the sheep, all the cows led to slaughter, and all the venison I’ll have to hunt for, I’ll feast and I’ll feast, until the heavens look down, and give me mercy, till they put me out of my misery, eternities come and go, the ocean of reason, the ocean of sin, it continues flowing, like the river of time, washing it all away, all our crimes, like ripples in the rain, I yearn for it, more mistakes, but I dread to think, I don’t want to murder my sister, I remember, long ago, I did that to her, and I fell to hell, I really did, but even then, I couldn’t get too far in, I couldn’t make it, I couldn’t become a general in hell, my sins are light as a feather, throughout it all, is a spirit of a virgin, my mother watching over me, maybe the dream has passed, and these words will be enough, maybe hierarchy will change, and this eternity will come to pass, maybe these are all, grand, ninth level spells, maybe the price of it, is too much to bear, maybe entropy will take everything, or maybe it will pass by slowly, like molasses, but with the heavens above, their truth, their mercy, maybe we can get through anything, maybe we’ll learn a little something about love, about the heavens, maybe these words will multiply, birth a life, maybe it will offer some profit, hell man, we keep digging, a virgin, yearning, for a cherry popping, I thought I lost my red lighter today, I became sort of scared, was my life ending, I hate looking ahead, turning to clairvoyance, to divination, magic man, it really is like cheating, you’re already so overpowered, just play fair, delusion after delusion, the truth, do you care, the truths behind these dreams, of this poetry, a lot of it has already echoed out, its still flowing, as the cookie, continues crumbling, Israel and Hamas, maybe we have bigger things to worry about, I just want to get through the work week, but damn man, I’m actually so evil, I enjoy going to work, interacting with all the virgins, it comforts my heart, that there’s still innocence, still demons, working, working, working, computers are so advanced these days, so fast, and there’s the cloud, I’m telling you, a lot of that, is just the simulation working in the background, its sort of like magic, all the programming behind it, I don’t understand it, I just know, it conforms to the various truths of the universe, it conforms to magic, to hierarchy, just energy, and magnets, what was I saying, oh yeah, sometimes man, where you are, how far apart all of it is, whether you have the keys, problems man, sometimes you can’t solve it, and sometimes man, there are just things that are greater than me, have you ever fought a giant, its hard, its sort of like this poetry, art is a great beast, I really don't want to fuck with it.

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