Fishing Net

Shadow fist, is an old magic, the night sky, flows through everything, let him flow into your arms, let him be the power in your hands, and bam, look at that, damn, you could defeat a panther, this magic, its power, may not be ours, like Hera lays waiting, behind witches and the fae, just your father and mother, that old story, playing out relentlessly, and the fish slipped out of my hands, alas, that’s life, I am but a man.

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Meat Bag

Why can’t I buy a family bucket, I am a man, and I love hens, they call me chicken fucker, cluck, cluck, damn, so many regrets, a lot of what’s associated with my life, I didn’t want it to be like that, but I'm just whining, it's time to grow up, be a man, but damn, so many regrets, maybe it had to be that way, for me to get to this stage, can anyone say, this is exactly how they want it, our shadows and reflections, the leap year, a river of tears, everything has already happened.