When you are 28, come down from the mountain, this whole time, your spirit has been wandering, the vampire has been feeding, the swordsman has been hunting the undead, spurned lovers, bodies in dumpsters, when you go down, you'll have to face it, the echo, and the consequences, of who you are, your character, and everything you were raised to be, lord knows, magic and ley lines flow through everything, we can only eat, the food that’s assigned to us, so many tasty zombies, when the night sky calls, bow your head, but God above, still has challenges for us, the river flows, but we have yet to see everything, watch for it, the ripples in the ocean, if you’re not careful, it could pull you in, so many sirens, be careful, you could get strangled, by karma strings, complete the cycle, connect the meridians, and pray, that you reach old age, like a dish rag, we could be disposed, at heaven’s whim, do your job well, invest, invest, we can never have enough, around the corner, hell is always waiting, if you happened to be blessed, with good will, share it, I can only bend so far, but alas, I'm not greater than fate.

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