I really wish to spread blessings, lord knows, how many have fallen, because there was no one to help them, it didn’t align with circumstance, no one dared, to extend a helping hand, there are rules to this sort of thing, the left hand can’t know, but there are cracks, pockets of freedom, where these things are allowed, those who know the love of God, will never have to worry, for the food that enters their mouth, but so many have been strangled, by bad decisions, lashing out, by just being ugly, alas, the kids also need to eat, but those blessed by the night sky, they are royalty, I wish I had it in me, to be so dirty, alas, I’m a mercenary captain, marked by a dragon, I can only do what I can, follow orders and do as I’m told, there are greater forces at work, I live to serve, follow the signs, be an agent, of the night sky, one day, I pray to grow old, abandoned and used up, maybe there’s rebirth, I have no urge, to feed on virgins, lord knows, the West extends, and the heavens protect their own, but being high, also doesn’t feel good, I like to feel the earth, the river flows, gets into each crack, the spider weaves, and we all begin to dream, how long, will the ocean waves flow, I don’t know, let’s just go, for the rest of my life, I can only do what I’m told.

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