Baseball

This is place is so small, like a truck stop, but I can’t see any prostitutes, the sky is blue, but the freedom, in good will, love, and friendship, has everyone's panties in a bunch, there’s law, undefeatable, the truth in it, so righteous, children, walking around, in their hands, god waits to defend them, they explore, seek the depths, get marked, make contracts, but the matrix goes so deep, the chains are binding, I wish everyone would go wild, diseases running rampant, viruses, zombies, fallout, then I could be a bandit, rob, steal, eat, I'm not a bad person, but at least, I would have the freedom to express it, my desire, for fruit, the soft taste, the wetness, I could hunt a deer and eat it, but like a nest by the river, I must play by the rules, along the line, defending myself, from wolves, from snakes, survival of the fittest, but I don’t have the right of way, it’s like I already ate, I have to go to the back of the line, work for a living, wait for hunger, the fruit passes, strike, crossed the line, you’re out, the night sky watches, the spirit grows older, my turn has passed, but my spirit still hungers, a pound of fat, have a taste of me, one day, I hope, you consume everything…

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Unknown Number

What’s a demon to do, someone looked into the abyss, he existed, how will he make it through, in this world, blue sky up high, make a connection, scam a bit, sell a magazine, once there’s a sale, money transferred, contract signed, the door is open, what does he do, guard the gate, and let other demons through, all sorts of spirits, all sorts of ghosts, wisdom, swordsmen, and wizards, knock, knocking, welcome my friends, come in, ring, ring…