The demons in hell, Pride, Lust, and Envy, the cherubs, the angels, the all-powerful deities, these are just archetypes, personalities, that make up god's mind, we are legion, if you had a key, you could unlock it, it also lives within you, locked away, somewhere you can’t see, how would you get a key, you ask, maybe you've been tested, there’s some faith there, that would allow access, maybe it’s a contract, you may have to sacrifice something, to unlock it, maybe it’s a hymen, it only really opens up, when it’s broken, the flower bloomed, allowed love into her heart, now she’s a bride of heaven, when daddy asks, she does her part, but even if they’re simply composed of spirit, just magick flowing through our veins, it doesn’t make them any less real, they continue to flow, and decide everything, that makes up our world, what composes our lives, architecture, and mathematics, they programmed the whole matrix, but I don’t know anything about that, I’m just a road, but wizards, demons, and ghosts, shadows, they continue to walk through here, an old farmer also used to visit, he has a scythe, sees lives as grass, plants his seeds, watches it all bear fruit, he loves it, the harvest, somewhere along Yggdrasil, in the beginning, an ice age baby, but that old bastard is intolerable, he shook hands, made an alliance, with a serpent, the heart, buried under this mountain, push and pulling, watching the ocean waves, contracts in the sand, binding red string, stuck in a prison, I can’t do anything, just sit in my room, write poetry, allow them a voice, or they’ll take everything, just a nerdy Asian dude, an imp, a swordsman, who wants to be a mercenary, I still get fed, but I’ll be a slave for eternity….

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