Existence, as a human,

As a soul, within a body,

A primate, with a mind,

Is an inherently, selfish thing,

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When left alone, many of the things,

We do, is for our own benefit,

Even in acts of generosity,

You can have these poems as you will,

But I'm also a fisherman,

Naturally, I'm always, playing a game,

God, my opponent, my teacher,

Against the devil, I'm always,

Playing for people’s souls,

But as my father bends me over,

As he fucks hard into me,

He sees his reflection in me,

I'm also the devil,

Its only different, if you trust me.