The sun makes us say stupid things, all that positive energy, even if we’re wrong, and dirty, our actions would be justified, in our minds, it makes us feel good, and we want to try our best, to do what's right, but it’s like we forget the night, the moon watches, as the good in us, the freedom allowed to us, leads us to sin, you were in the right place, at the right time, it would have been wrong, if you didn’t take a bite, magick, intentions, and string, some of us at least remember we’re evil, we don’t want to break any boundaries, cross any lines, we’ll dance, and we’ll dance, always yearning, but never allowing, ourselves a chance, it’s better than a wolf, who believes in divine right, that he can do whatever he wants, in this life, at the end of our performance, it will be time to vote, the judges reviewing, what we wrote, the angels weigh us on a scale, and death, his heavy scythe, waits if we fail, you’re either with him, or you lose, children and education, if it hurts enough, we learn to avoid it, snake fist, bite, the devil laughing, whatever homie, stagnation, sinking, to the abyss, maybe it’s okay, to do whatever you want in life, if it feels good, why not, would you rather rot, it’s fleeting, a candle dancing in the wind, but maybe it’s better, than being locked in a prison…

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