I'm like a can of Pepsi, the heavens take a drink of me and I don’t even know, they do so much with my reflection, I'm just sitting here and my mana just flows, who knows what an eternity is, or the price of poetry, how many pieces of bread is needed, to feed all the fish in the sea, the sun and the moon, should we care, are we a family, youth and their education, what sort of strings will pull, looking back I remember the world was involved in so much war, history, mammals and reptiles, manifest destiny, the cookie crumbles and we fall to a side, but maybe take a second, and think of the plight of humanity, we’re all born young and innocent, growing up, there was so much tripwire and red string, the sins of the father and what the children have inherited, the work we put in to pave the road and extend the branch, so much laziness and carelessness, thoughtless actions and ignorance, I was also the same, but maybe bow your head, your mother and father watching above, think of home, somewhere you belong, it’s for you to decide, sure, freedom exists, but so do the price and the weight of sin, feelings become turbulent, sometimes they call for a sacrifice, do it for the community, a willing virgin, giving in, rolling down the hill, a stone falling into the abyss, shame and a poet, your ideals and what you serve, and what they happen to be outside of it, watching it as someone else, under the night, where I fell, the price of words, a snake and goodwill, don’t look down on people, your neighbor’s wife, the sun, your father echoing…

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