The heavens know better than you, I know, its confusing, the path is full of snakes, looking to squirm in, drag you down, beneath them, deprived of his limbs, for a reason, he knows he’s a demon, as you climb those stairs, know freedom is evil, all those choices before you, hesitation, stuck in the mire, its obvious, what looks beautiful, what feels good, do you know why Velma is so fucking sexy, its because she knows where she is, knows to fear the beasts of the night, her father looking down from above, he knows she’s right, pride has always been a sin, billionaires can stand that high, because they’re light, your father is an architect, arranges it so it fits, if they were any lower, they would be torn to bits, what is money, who stands on solid ground, the millionaire with a large bank account, or the homeless man who lost everything, with a knife in his hand, but even if its arranged this way, your father and his iron grip, all of the heavens and the abyss, arranged in its place as it is, it’s a sin because no matter your achievements or your worth, the heavens above, we are still beneath him, god giveth, all that you have, if you displease him, he could take it all back, reduced to atoms, what looks good, what feels good, it's obvious, but all these things, they cost money, so many of you are so poor, some think they can buy it with money, some think they can steal it, rape it, and get away with it, the price isn’t always so obvious, act before you think, and it could cost you your life, but it echoes in a lot of us, that spark, of genius, that seed, from god, humanity knows to adapt, but in the garden of Eden, so many don’t know they’re naked, their father above, judging everything, your worth on a measuring scale, can this little demon afford it, this rape, good things, morals, wisdom, and understanding, skills, communication, art, and comedy, all of this, is a sort of currency, universal law still exists, humanity, it’s the same, for a lot of us, pride is a sin, because when your wealth gets to your head, you just start spending, everything, if you knew what was good for you, the way fate was arranged, to continue onwards, and onwards, your rape, my sin, immortality, then you would start investing, I write poetry, because I stand on a mountain, the heavens want to record everything, but I stand over a cliff, ready to spend everything, my nature, my taste, has a preference, but I’m ready to risk it all, to get into your mom’s panties, sweet Velma, Vater, join the dark side, two girls at once, make daddy proud, strip, show me your wet tits, damn man, things were going so well, unfortunately I’m a dick, just an old huntsman, I smell my wife on the horizon, that old ball and chain, will they finally imprison me, this old huntsman, asura on the loose, oh baby, it’s almost Christmas, I smell it, that sweet stench, Santa is coming, the West extends, there is an old dirt path, weeds overgrown, under the cover of the shadows, the river diverges, that glorious feast, how many are invited, hell’s gates, I finally made it.

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