Everything, under the sun, has been done, you've been copied and pasted, you grew up to be a chicken, and on someone’s table, you were dinner, chicken breast, our spirits have flowed out, we are the spirits of trees, dreaming we're people, we're the ants and the bees, the flowers and the berry bushes who tempt them, the Kun Peng, flaps his wings, the world turns, and the sun sets, the beasts of the land and sea, they bathe in the moonlight, feast on blood and flesh, hell's gates, the road goes deep, there are so many, vengeful spirits, and unsatisfied, hungry ghosts, I’m a conduit, between these two things, I live, I have both my hands, and I like balance, wait, shot too soon, what happened to the sunlight, if you want to live right, follow the signals, the lady in red, is not meant to be eaten, that’s the devil knocking, waiting for consent, as above so below, if you abuse your power, a broken chain, let the demons loose, we feast on virgins again, damn man, I like to play it safe, to the other demons, I’m sort of a bitch, but man, homie, there’s a time and a place, I like it fresh, free flowing, if I was fucked hard enough, sure I could be a satyr, and I’d resort to rape, but damn man, architecture, and these adamantine chains, what am I to do, with all this yang energy, so many blessings, the holy maiden, holy water, I could just drown, again and again.

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