How high are the heavens, it’s arrogant to even ask, stay in your lane, keep your feet on the ground, and stay close to the crowd, if you reach too high, they’ll hang you, keep you there for life, to burn in the sun, baked bacon, fat pigs frying, you don’t know why, but you'll start crying, all you need is company, friends, and a wife, food, maybe a daughter, you'll be satisfied, some money, some wine, to sleep soundly, with your piece of pie, become a blacksmith, do your part for society, it’s a fulfilling life, what is air made of, some sort of spirit, and it flies, how deep is the abyss, don’t ask me, I’m just a virgin, I’ve never had to struggle for anything in my life, this is just poetry, most of it is lies, metaphors and similes, a solid education, I don’t know martial arts, I’m just a horny Asian dude, a nerdy guy with glasses, I thought this would help, with getting a girlfriend, I could have chosen to be anything, instead I yearn for something holy, and for that, I’ll starve in this life, I lost my job, I’m in debt, when the sun shines, I hide, I’m guilty and ashamed, yet there’s nothing to show for it, what have I even eaten, don’t hurt me, is chicken too good for me, when something happens, the heavens keep a record, a hint of it always remains, a piece of the truth, when it happens again, it’s possible to switch places, poetry is not a bad gig, it’s not hard, just be the pen, follow the signals, the flow of emotions, be the voice, of the heavens, but I’m ready to move on, looking for someone to fill my place, it’s a job opening, it’s all documented, on the internet, I’ll be happy, to be forgotten, but a word of warning, for those who come after, simply walking the road, there’s an empty throne that lingers, whoever sits on it will be cursed, it’s like riding a tiger, weaving through the forest, and climbing mountains, it’s not fun, but it gets easier, but I’m thirty, too old for this, it’s time to retire, live the rest of my life, watching anime, and reading hentai, playing video games, magick is such a scary thing, so many connections, and binding thread, contracts in the sand, but the sun shines, I’m done with that, what is my fate, maybe I’ll be homeless, sounds peaceful, I’ll be okay with that…

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