If I could stand it, I would just have nothing, what’s the point of wealth, if it doesn’t satiate the hunger in your bones, what’s the point of love, if the taste of it, just makes you hunger for more, feed, feed, feed, if I could, I would throw it all away, even if it meant, I had to start at the beginning, young and innocent, at least I wouldn’t have to worry, that I was drenched in sin, alas, I'm an old vampire, I've laid with many women, and I've slayed many men, when the heavens say jump, signal after signal, you’re dancing, you collapse at the end, your body drenched in blood, cum all over this lovely girl's face, and you wonder, what was the point of it, and deep down, you just want to die, but the fire continues to burn, survive, survive, I yearn for the moonlight, to rest my head, on my wife’s soft breasts, cast my worries away, not having to think, about the next day, but it will call, the ocean waves will flow, keep going, it will ripple, follow the road, and the architecture, we’re not greater than fate, we’re not greater than the world, god giveth and he taketh away, you never have more, than you can handle, the burden grows each day, will I make it to forty?

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