Walk Through the Park

If you see something magical, you’re not supposed to talk about it, those are the rules, if it’s magical in nature, you could do more harm than good, if you talk about it, and lord knows, heaven goes to the deserving, you could pollute the idea of it, a car crash was avoided, it both happened, and didn’t, I also saw two pixies fly by, they smelled sweet, I bet they were tasty, heaven and hell intertwined, maybe it’s something to leave behind, a dog barked at me, he smelled the evil, wafting from me, just an old beast, writing poetry, as I wrote this, under the daylight, a baby came up to me, she was complaining, about taking down Jeffery Epstein’s child exploitation ring, she didn’t know it, but she was asking me to pay to exploit her body, she was cold and hungry, she probably needed rest, some sleep, but I’m bound by the rules of magic, if there is no awareness, no consent, I can’t come inside, such a young and pretty thing, she said she had a husband, I wonder if her father is looking for this kid.

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Walrus at Your Doorstep

All the demons, love a day of reckoning, it’s when all the fresh meat, comes to them, all those wild desires, built up, so pent up, and set on fire, it’s wild, go all the way, build a pyre, when magic is in the air, anything can happen, damn, all the bitches I've eaten, don’t call me a liar, when heaven and hell intertwine, gateways open, this beautiful angel, becomes a succubus, she wants to suck my soul out, through my penis, and all the demons, wait their turn, as I splurt my seed, all over her womb, they wait to become children, experience love and life, as a virgin, then the cycle comes back, and I’m fucking them, what was I saying, I lost the mood, and I’m feeling playful, oh, the ocean waves push and pull, as we go on our journey, we all manage to learn, if the feelings are enough, if they hurt, your hand on the stove, do you remember the love they stole, the frequency goes up and down, we all try many different things, in the end, the heavens know us best, in your bed, entwined between your legs, is where the fae like it best, I wish to have many sons, I wish to be more human, I’d like to be more helpful, but I know my words are able to turn, if the intention is wrong, it will backlash, it’s spring, maybe mistakes are what it’s all about, failure and allowance, I’m not greater than world, I’m not greater than fate, all the pieces arranged, maybe I’ll just leave it, this life, live it as it is.