The poet lets out sigh, oh, why, this life, it’s not about me, my time has passed, the next generation, it comes, how many, problems have we left them, I see it, in some of them, gods hiding, and demons, snakes in the grass, will they really, be reduced to atoms, I don’t, I'm not their father, for some reason, the saving grace down there, is nihilism, I'm just an old cultivator, recording, I'm still a puppet, dancing, oh, how I wish to avoid it, the heavens, sticking their hand up my ass, tempting children, I really want it, the best for them, but all the stars in the sky, a great beast haunts this place, placed on the shelf, his trophy case, no matter how high, we’ll be doomed, closer to demons, than to anything, so godly, oh, to stand on a mountain, damn, beneath me, it’s where they built civilization, this life, I can’t celebrate it with them, so many old questions, deep scars, I can’t bear to look at them, oh, to fight, to struggle, and fight against the heavens, trip wire extends to the horizon, many questions, I’ve untangled them, found my answers, universal law echoing, I’m an old sorcerer, my pool of magic goes deep, I have many keys, I can play the white rabbit, do you want to chase me, alas, it’s still wrong to fuck children, grace, gentleness, I’m still learning, the heavens above, I’m imitating, I don’t have it in me, to be hungry, stuck in limbo, eternity after eternity, maybe, the children, one day, they’ll find their freedom, and my chains, they’ll loosen, what will I do, to escape would be foolish, I would probably wait, see what echoes out next, maybe I’ll see it, pieces, of that old story, maybe it will answer old questions, only time will tell, my deep sin, the West extends, good and evil, two sides of the same coin, but hell, it still exists, art in a blender, ill intent, rape, and murder, deep evils, there’s so much, I wouldn’t think to handle, new tests, on the horizon, I’m still a human, and oh lord, how small are we, that when everything that we are, echoes out into space, all the truth that it can be, it can still be contained, in this small place, oh lord in heaven, I wish to learn it, space folding techniques, I really yearn for her, Velma’s sweet pussy, hell’s gates have opened, 2024, here we come, oh lord, fill my cup.

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