Oh baby, so young, with your lovely autism, let me tell you, we are all born of the stars, within you, is hiding a piece of your father above, build on it, make it your foundation, it’s what established your reality, allowed you to sit, sleep, and eat, on top of this mountain of corpses, if you make a connection to it, like Zeus calling thunder and lightning from the skies, you can conquer anything, sitting there, with the ability, to call music to you from anywhere, to make connections, with a set of numbers, and a green button, this freedom is what you’re owed, look ahead, the future is yours, cyber-ware and spaceships, Star Trek or Cyberpunk, will we ever make it, a siren call, from deep within the ocean waves, a call from the abyss, meet your ancestors, become a dinosaur, ghosts and demons, how much can you conquer, ready your railgun, boom, headshot, for the conglomerate, the legion calls, but the night sky watches, with a gentle gaze, and a deep love, god bless the kids.

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