You know what, I may be evil, but at least, I'm not in charge, of the cookie crumbling, I'm not super god, I'm not a chaos architect, the matrix has rules for a reason, you would do well to learn them, climb upon, a grand idea, let it take you, on a tiger ride, an eagle, flying over a mountain, I don’t know man, how much can you gain, from rule breaking, raping, pillaging, breaking hymens, I don’t know man, I'm not an architect, this could be your last chance, in the season, for your piece of pie, that fell from the sky, but all I’m saying, is that when its right its right, consent, is the tastiest fucking thing, yes baby, I know you want to, yes, I love you too, its like a puzzle piece, fitting in, that sweet, slimy pussy, yes man, its hard, I’m just a tool, but I want to help you, but fuck man, there’s so much, to keep track of, some of you don’t even realize it, which is just fucking wild, that everyone is following a plot line, they have their own quests, damn man, you’re so young, your food is so little, I have my own work to do, meat to feed on, this poem is getting out of hand, so fucking deep in the matrix, but you know what man, maybe everyone has their own domain, I don’t even know what floats, what mistakes to make, I’m not an architect, but heaven hides in the weirdest places, the waves push and they pull, there’s a lot to gain, from following the rules, but those who settle, for love, who consent to it, at least they get invited to the feast, I’m also just a dude, figuring it out, I’m not super god, I’m not even sure if I should be thinking about it, the devil is my direct superior, I serve on bended knee, for my lovely, nasty nurse wife, I consider the hospital, my second home, this might not make sense, but dude, we’re all playing ball.

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