There are still rules to life, contracts in the sand, what demons agree on, under the moonlight, good is still good, and evil is still evil, just because the mind can twist, and perspective becomes weird, perceived innocence, and chances in the dark, fruit is still juicy, if it is a cause for envy, you can be sure there’s a price, the sun and the moon, and their magick, the changing of the seasons, and gears locking into place, everyone with their turn, under the night, what the heavens allow, wolves among sheep, discipline and denial, so many doorways, between the lines, generation Alpha, and all the space to fill, so much yearning and desire, work and plot lines, desperate ghosts, and their satisfaction, freedom, your daughter’s panties, and fucking what’s close to you, maybe this whole time, it was the sun that was writing, or the Southern Gentleman, your mom and dad, I can only bow my head, and hope to escape responsibility, I too, am a sinner, but I live to obey, cowardice and courage, along the line, wisdom and a price echoing, forever selfish, dead reflections, reality echoing, demon hunters don’t understand, the depths of the ocean, the blue of the sky, nine to five, knowledge, good and evil, feelings build, doomed to dance, the clock ticking, just a voice, the demarcation point, can you make it out alive?

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