When you’re in heaven, high in the sky, close to the sun, it’s normal, to rejoice, in the wonders of hell, sex, dirt, and grime, this hot blonde chick's dirty asshole, claim it as mine, but down below, in the depths of the abyss, when it’s your life, and you live amongst it, the impurity, the vileness of sin, revenge, curses and bile, they build up, and it’s what you have to live with, for some, when the morning sun rises, they've rested, the mind resets, they prepare themselves for new problems, but for many, the weight of what they live with, continue ever onward, they linger, and they can’t fix it, for the modern day, civilization is built, on providing solutions, but many problems can’t be solved, Pride, Envy, so much hunger, these sins will live with humanity forever, software problems are barely even problems, it’s usually a matter of the hint of build up, the inclination of incorrect thinking, shift, change settings, you’re all good, thank you, come again, but is it a punch in the face, is it heartbreak, is that something words and ideas can start resolving, when your problems build up, they take shape , and become your reality, a pocket full of dreams, float, smoke some weed, get high, do what you can, survive, the cold hard ground, buried underneath, the world will try to forget me, but these words exist, homie, I lived…

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