Fish Filet

We must all do our part for the world, sometimes the order is switched, like biting into a sandwich, the direction we chose, and all that we took with it, we must keep the door closed, or demons and zombies will come out of it, save us, we need help, oh helpless maiden, does it hurt, let me put my mouth on it.

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Crescent Moon

Selfishness homie, we need more of it, the world echoes, and we must abide by it, the hierarchy, the space that was given, other people’s stories, we're all in our own little world, we see each other sometimes, our neighbors, but we’re all on different trajectories, but all of us must eat, when the night comes, we'll feast on meat.