Spirits grow old, life, you see more and more of it, I'm just a Filipino, but I must still abide by the world, I'm a poet, it’s my work, got assigned, a huge ego, a container, for the spirits and demons, a voice for the heavens, and the depths below, I don’t have qualms, on my knees, sucking my boss's dick, a corporate slave, doing what he's told, we’re all people, built, designed, and programmed, according to where we'll work, I wish I was a better person, a shopkeeper, but the seeds scattered, the cookie crumbled, according to the sequence of the blueprint, aligned with our history’s choices, ability points spent, just a swordsman, I hate life, poetry, it’s the only way, I can make it hurt, setting fires, community, sirens, my father’s echo, in each place, you care to look...

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