Everyone is always seeking heaven, higher and higher, up those steps we go, homie, no, hell is the only place I'll settle, dig, dig, digging, for the rest of my undead life, the West extends, godliness, depends on how much you can contain, although the sun is taking hold, its light begins to shine, I yearn for the night sky, and the bountiful earth, I wish to be buried under her, poetry is such a holy thing, and its touch is beginning to fade, entangle, entangle, bind me in karma strings, I am only a man, hung up so high, on the earth is where I wish to stand, slowly but surely, my spirit will grow, I’ll fill myself with soil, this mountain of corpses, I’ll plant my seeds, and maybe something ingrained in all of us, will grow out of it, all I know, is that heaven is scattered throughout the universe, it’s always in the most unlikeliest places, this is why I dig, because I know he placed it there, in the beginning, ding, ding, the gong is ringing, the story set, is music playing?

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