It's like nature, for entropy to consume it all, for the flames of desire to burn out, leaving nothing but charred corpses, but there’s something about humanity, stubborn, ever-resistant, willful, and inclined to deny, to lie, and willing to fight the heavens, to protect itself, there’s so much peace in death, but maybe a part of us knows, the injustice in life, maybe we wish to take advantage, our eternal life echoes, and maybe our spirits won’t give in, not unless we find it, the right piece of pie, and this could all be architecture, humanity bound, one ring to rule them, and in the darkness bind them, worms wriggling, puppets dancing, eternity after eternity, your father’s palm, he’s laughing, it can’t be denied, your mother watches, a snake looking at its tail, lustful and breathing it in, it hurts, it really does, doomed, and masturbating in a washroom, to suffer alone…

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