Servitude, it’s all I have left, after all the journeys, the sex, the mental gymnastics, there's no grand purpose, or reason to save the world, god is infinite, and you can get anything at the market, according to science and sequence, but when the heavens call, all work is good, and all effort is rewarded, for a child, for a demon, your daughter yearning, all desire, deserves fulfillment, between the lines, the devil measuring, who we want to be, or a slave hungering for meat, a beast and his honesty, as a person I like a challenge, and I’m quite a sharp tool, mentally, living to serve, and slay armies, my priority is always the journey, and the idea of progression, but maybe it’s all bullshit, this whole time, good or evil, maybe it didn’t matter, and I should have just settled by the river, make my nest, and satisfy my daughter, a push and a pull, why believe in anything, when you already have it, sweet, wet, satisfaction…

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