Filipinos and the age of the soul, the West extends but my soul went East, not something that I can change, hoping to be pulled into the abyss, but everything on my character sheet, the spirit that fills my cup, I cannot change it, another cock in the tribe, we're butchers and fisherman, hunters and trappers, we'd be heroes if we can, such old souls echo with our drums and our gongs, under god we have each other, and when we’re in need, we do what we can, our people are such friendly men, it’s in our nature to be understanding, and to have trust in our family, because that’s what we grew up with, faith in our love and our friendship, we used to know all our neighbors, so many relationships we’ve built, families immigrate and we send back what money we can,

I guess my intent was to track the flow of the spirit, so much contained in a person, it’s natural to be attracted to what’s not them, go West under the moon and the sun, such a bountiful place but the values are so different, demons and ghosts run rampant, Jesus Christ, but we’re willing to serve, we’ll do what we can for our wine and our bread, so many young spirits in need of education, so many damaged souls in need healing, and so many don’t understand their own heartbeats, if the spirits flows outward they’ll be doomed to grow, but stable steps make a solid foundation, we came and we saw, and I’m warning you, the princess and the pea, don’t commit to something if you don’t understand the price of it, it may follow you to another life, but I guess baby goth pussy tastes great, so many are such clean slates, heaven defiled, do what you can, coal, iron and fire, Rhea watching from above, so many cocks dancing, we may make warriors of you yet…

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