You can’t escape it, you have to satisfy, your father’s wishes, mistakes, I hear them echoing, I smell it coming, delusions, is the world a good place, how far in the sauce, have I fallen, behind closed doors, is everyone fucking, is my father in there, with my sister, why is it allowed, ill intention, trip wire, extends to the horizon, where will you settle, for fucking your daughter, do the heavens have a plan, or is it all random, there’s all this food out there, do I have to go hunting, you've clearly never been a horse, eating oats, from your father’s palm, so gentle, so accepting, consent, do you smell rebellion, when you start whining, mommy’s wet and dirty pussy, daddy, I’m hungry, I don’t know man, I believe in space exploration, I believe in jokes, always echoing, the Hubble telescope, maybe we can see it, a world outside of our own asshole, am I really an old demon, regrets and ghosts haunt this life, the West extends, all those dirty dreams, there’s a place for them, but maybe we’re settling, we should discover it, architecture, engineering, to achieve, great things, slay giants, humanity, we’re such small things, the question, of good and evil, is always echoing, maybe we just want to do something cool, but truth is always echoing, your daughter is a demon, and she’s hungry, visit her in her dreams, slip in, is it raining, a river of tears, is everything really justified, if all feelings must be satisfied, then I should be allowed it, to stab my father in the heart, old questions, the heavens are evil, but they’re gentle, they have grace, they’ll craft it for you, your own world, will you accept him, the world, exists outside of me, the answers, on your character sheet, echoing, this world, exists, as a delicate balance, universal law, still exists, a prison within a prison, everything is a delusion, the game is echoing, when the fruit passes before your eyes, will you start jumping, maybe, I can’t afford it, to eat it, I would have to steal it, rape it, but there’s so much, one can achieve, within the bounds of righteousness, maybe I’ll have to save up for it, start working, customer service, it’s better, than getting fucked by my daddy, damn, so evil, he’s hammered so much into me, and when the music starts playing, the trauma won’t stop it, I’ll still start dancing, shake my ass, ask daddy how he likes his little girls, tits wet, pussy waiting, so much trauma, maybe it’s just red spice, flavor, a preference, there’s so much out there, maybe I should eat a salad, I’m still a puppet, on a string, an Xbox controller, I feel like I should say it, I don’t plan these poems, nor do I arrange them, I’m just recording, life, as it happens, my father, I’m scared of him, I might be an old beast, but that doesn’t change it, I’ve been through a lot of it, abuse after abuse, and honestly, the heavens above, and the way architecture is arranged, I can’t escape it, life after life, eternity after eternity, these words come out the same, we still have Harry Potter, Twilight, and the Hunger Games, and I continue to dream of it, Elizabeth Olsen, and her dirty, hairy, shots fired, time of death, four twenty, keep going, a gravestone, unlock it, the next setting, settle for doing my job, my part in the war, the children are still waiting, making choices, growing, I try to be a good, but sometimes I can’t help it, I follow the waves, and I can’t stop myself, from committing to the bit, for the joke, and the fulfillment of art, there’s always, a reason that keeps it going, but if it looks clever, don’t think too much, I’m a human, and I make mistakes, sometimes I get hungry, the devil whispering, but I don’t arrange the heavens.

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