My place, along the alignment, as the universe was born, amongst its hierarchy, there is a lot of arrogance, when a man writes, a poem, a story, he is free, a reflection, of his mind, what he allowed himself to be, but look at his body, are there tattoos, has he earned his tiger stripes, when his character, his role, within the world, echoes, is he able, to become, all he thought he could be, we are all born, grow up, and reality, the world, just begins hammering, is it real, what’s true homie, it asks you, your taste in women, what do you think, of community, it asks you whether you love your mother, do you respect women, your father, and all the heavens provided, what do you think of civilization, is it an acceptable place to be, a love of life, can get you far in life, if you don’t value it, tested, tested, do you deserve to live, when a child whines, as adults, we’re quite accepting, but for a grown man, it would make anyone sick, life, a candle flame, is it a gift, drugs, do you believe in magic, what sort of energy, allows you to survive, what moves your legs, is it fear, greed, strings pull, do you struggle, or obey, we all have our place, and for all our mistakes, there will be a price to pay…

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