No matter who you are, or the depth of the matrix, you’re bound to believe in something, conspiracy or the government, nationality or freedom, whatever we’re concerned with, or our interests, questions that the stars ask, seeds they plant, as the river flows, according to our dreams, the truth echoes, mother earth, the people, and their decisions, all work must be done, spirits fill our cup, our domains, and what is an eternity, age, and shadows, the lives we dare to live, the threat of reality, and a poet's curiosity, the cookie crumbles, and I must be evil, blank spaces, a pen, and the hand that writes, dig deep, anchor yourself in the depths of the sea, complaints and grievances, children, yearning for mother’s milk, rebellion, or settle by the river, the game or be a loser, lord knows, in this jar, those you looked down on, are already eating, the mad hatter waiting, you’re late, the gong echoes, so many demons in the sea, innocence, your idea of heaven, a snake on a journey, youth, love, and life, what’s good, your daughter’s panties, the price of a joke, the demarcation point, a jar and an echo, bat’s in a cave, spiders and their webs, growing up, there’s so much tripwire, why allow it, who knows, how does a river flow, in the end, we’re all fruit, juicy, raised under the light, sprinkled with water, and filled with emotion, whoever we are, at most, a zombie dancing, we’re doomed to be eaten…

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