My poetry, is a spear and shield technique, it moves the energy in your mind, directing your magick, clearing meridians, if you know it well, you can fight anyone, I fight like Luffy, a rubber boy, I stretch and I pull, Gomo Gomo no Rocket, bruised and bloody, soft and flowing, gentle like a butterfly, if anything, it’s like drugs, it can get you high, but if ever lit a fire, spurned a motivation, taking peaks at your daughter, maybe that’s all the satisfaction I need, it existed, and at least, it did something, who knows, there could even be consequences, take what you need, if you learned anything, I’m happy for you, if it was a mermaid, and it pulled you to the abyss, then good for you, you’re either with him or you lose, filtration, trash from treasure, heaven and hell, whatever, it’s all good, when it crumbles and you fall to a side, try to be accepting, love yourself, maybe be hopeful, for heaven’s plans, even demons get to eat, as is nature, the birds and the bees, I don’t have a job, but I still have a home, on my knees, sucking daddy’s dick, signals, signals, signs, the general themes, a quest line, when he pulls the strings, and I start dancing, he does it for you, his love, and hope, for all your dreams, he’ll make them come true, smoking meth, by a dumpster, whatever homie, it’s all good, what would Jesus do, accept all the sinners, come into heaven, there’s a lot of fried chicken, a full stomach, and a pussy full of cum, it’s all we really need, I forget, are cows holy, just let them be, have their peace, their innocence, the fire is bubbling, I hear it calling, the streets, I read tarot cards you know, if you want some of this pie, this fate, send me a message, cast a spell, a faerie, and a witch, Hera laughing, your father is watching, what happened to my fear, the blockage has been cleared, and would you look at that, the world is flooding, then the next day happened, so mechanical, so hopeless, technique, follow your heart, it’s the same thing, take a walk, touch some grass, breathe in the air, and ask yourself, is it made of something?

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