The moonlight will doom us all, so pure and innocent, it beckons to your soul, protect her, around the corner, so many shadows, so many pieces of her, partaken, each beast of the night, with a bitch to love, as they wish, rape, fire, fight or flight, the depths of your soul, loves her with everything you have and all that you know, spiders weaving webs, in each crack in the valley, where a lily can sprout, it has, waiting for you to pluck it, the act, the beginning of your doom, this whole time we were everlasting fruit, eternities pass, and each time, we’re eaten, pulled along by string, and dreams of something real, in the end, it was the smoke after the combustion, your father, he already ate her, savored each part, your love and lust, fueling the fire, all your fantasies and desires, like fruit plucked from a tree, pulled along and cultivated, full of your feelings, she looks up and says thank you, please father, consume me, a plump fruit, a willing virgin, all you yearn for, plucked and eaten, ravaged raw, a bitch in heat, slobbering on her tits, this whole time you were in your mom’s basement, just dreaming of true love, and a relationship lasting, if you asked her she would smile, no one satisfies her like her daddy, okay, that’s time, reality check, I have a job interview tomorrow, a test on Friday, I wonder if I passed today, consequences would be easier, yearning to be a dead poet, hoping for a chord cutting, please god, I bow my head and pray, just a servant working, a place in hell, just for me, don’t be bitter, we do what we have to, try and yearn as we might, we’re just people, hoping to die, the culmination of our desires, a life satisfied…

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