I'm fucking burning, who set the air on fire, water can’t quench it, I can only cover it in grime, hope the Earth blesses me, and suffocates it, I'm already so dirty, must I go through this gate, this dirty asshole, tunneling, into your mom’s panties, my muse has left me, I'm no longer paying attention, to the eternal song, it’s January, the new year just started, and thing's are starting to seem boring, they’re starting to look a little lame, I lost my energy, I feel as if I'm a mortal man, but maybe I'm still a baller, the gears are still turning, the merry-go-round, is going around again, I wonder, where will we falter, a machine, churning out blood sausage, it’s processing, but I see it, it’s just the beginning, on the horizon, is the story’s completion, but the day just got started, the stage, they’re still setting it up, the clock, ticking, ticking, the heavens, allow us to be ourselves, they encase our words in stone, soon, they’ll be dreams to follow, but we can rest assured, our whole existence has echoed out, above is our father, and we’re all so poor, all we can do, is trust in architecture, so many of us, are just dreaming, allowing the river to flow, content with their ignorance, if you’re awake, you’re already digging, digging, deep beneath the earth, there is treasure, that lovely fruit, hidden in a dumpster, maybe poetry will never let go of me, we must all do our jobs, manage our domain, the heavens above, a blacksmith, hammering into me, but I’ve hardly felt it, this is Earth, satiated on the mundane, somewhere deep down, in many of us, we know, it can get much worse, the heavens above are always judging, Israel and Hamas, genocide in Gaza, none of us are above it, maybe the river will flow outwards, but you still won’t be able to escape it, your father watching, diddle me, I yearn for jokes, for relief, a breath of fresh air, above water, I love the Earth, but damn, I could be doomed to burn.

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