Eden

It’s the time of the season, all these contracts, in the sand, things have a way, of playing out, exactly the same, old karma binds this place, but the frequency, can always be changed, your wildest dreams, or your worst nightmares, waiting around the corner, what feeds the demons in hell, and the sustenance of angels, I avoid a lot of it, by just writing poems, lord knows I'm ill, and I'd rather sleep, faeries waiting, ghosts haunting this place, the river flows South, down there, is a gentleman, a fruit on a bush, waiting.

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Snake

I don’t want to explore, lord knows, all these characters, the lives they live, there are hidden dialogue options, maybe, I only ever see one side of them, but who wants to rock the boat, I just want to be safe, but I like jokes, and sometimes faeries play music, mischievous little brownie, why is there a walrus waiting at my door?

Forty Dollars

We're all characters in a play, and we must do our part, I'm just your grandma, but out there, waiting in the sea, is a huge whale, and he can swallow anything.