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I keep saying prison cell, but it’s reality hasn’t been so present in my life, or maybe that’s just lately, but recently, it’s starting to hit me, there's really a limited amount I can do, maybe as knowledge and power grow further, my freedom would be even smaller, I just hope to be content, I'm bound by the rules of magic and consent, I don’t want to break any seals, and I certainly can’t claim I'm innocent, alas, what’s left for me, maybe my life has been justified, and there’s still a path, reasons and love, that can move me, I’m willing to settle, this old ghost, I’ll haunt this life forever.

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Mary Mother of God

I yearn for god, her beautiful body, her hairy, stinky lips, so blasphemous, someone, please slay me, let me go to heaven, dreaming, of Elizabeth Olsen.