Life's not bad, for most of my life, I've been satisfied, nothing is really wrong, but I sit around, living, content with it, and god becomes unhappy, I'm alright, I like to sit around, a bee buzzing, but the world exists, so many strings pulling, what he uses my reflection for, who knows, my body, just a placeholder, a container, for energy to flow, for spirits to orbit, and throughout out it all, snakes still climb trees, I smell it, that whole journey, in search of contentment, happiness, or maybe heaven, angels and demons, born of obsession, just relax, the sun shines, so much heat, if we all just laid buried underground, we’d be happy, alas, a river is flowing...

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