There’s no such thing as evolution, we're just puppets, dancing on a string, following our instincts, how the heavens have built our heartbeats, our programming, what we've decided to care about, at most we're just garden fruits, meant to be grown, filled with emotion, then plucked from the tree when it’s ripe, eaten by our lord god in heaven, it’s September, almost October, is my father waking, this is not even our body, this isn’t even our story, generation alpha, built to extend the tree branch, god hides in everything, identity and originality, it could be nothing, we’re simply cups, filled with heavenly spirits, demons and ghosts, waiting in hell, the rules have always been the same, who knows which direction the river flows, be yourself, the ability you purchased with experience points, everything on your character sheet, build a house, nail on the cross, establish connections, ask for a place in your god’s universe, we’re just a part of the jar, so much flows outwards, and you are immortal, copied and pasted, chaos architecture, a cup can contain so many spirits, we are so many things, always being where we need to be, who we have to be, for the heavens, to build a story, does it flow through your DNA, science and technology, swords and magick, the same thing, just the Sun and the Moon, and their sorcery, eternity after eternity, always perfect, just honey in a jar, waiting for the water to ripple, for fish to nibble, poor universe, desperate for more sin, hoping to eat everything…

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