So much death, so many journeys, it really was some wild, heavy stuff, the things people tried out, it was sort of nice, how they can play it twice, commit to a sin, your dad and your girlfriend, again and again,

Was it a good time, an enjoyable sin to be bearing, do you want in?

We exist in god's memory, and as the branch extends, maybe the fae liked it a certain way, or maybe the well is deep, and the river flows in other directions, outside of my perception, is there such a thing as salvation?

Or are there only clean slates, getting dirtier and dirtier, or as sin builds, and gets heavier and heavier, does the burden on the mind become less, do people become shameless, if the weight was unbearable, would they go to their father, become baptized in the river, or does it matter enough to jump in the fire,

Is god good, personally, I'm not sure, but he's great for sure, the ground that we walk on, the stars in the sky, our bodies, and the food we eat,

In the vast expanse of space, are these sins not worth mentioning,

Or does your father scatter seeds, not caring where they land, or how they're raised, doomed to become dirty, pulled into the abyss by the weight of their sins,

Is he mindful of art, the beauty of life and love, or does it depend on the person, or does he give you what you need, a light push, he fucks your girlfriend, just some teasing, as the soul grows older, bearing more and more,

Or are we collectibles, some sort of expression of a truth he's crafting,

Or does it not matter, and we're all meant to lose, and maybe all we really have is our delusions, curses, black bile and shit in a jar,

Sorry, I got carried away,

This other guy was saying something,

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

Your father watches and he satisfies your yearning, such a shame, so many possibilities, he could have made quite a name for himself, all those opportunities, if he dared to live them,

The sun and the moon, nurses, blonded, and nerds with glasses, sweet Lilith,

Under the moonlight, along the ocean waves, pushing and pulling, puppets on a string, wolves howl, they'll do anything,

Maybe death is a wonderful thing, and there's a place for all the things we wondered, so many curiosities,

It was youth, his environment, and the spirits that filled his cup,

A sort of craziness, under the heavens, and the depths of our fears, our heart strings, driving so much of it,

The truth and reality echoes in so many ways,

So many shadows and reflections,

So many demons, we were living with them,

River spirits and ghosts, faeries and mermaids tempting us under the moonlight,

Zombies and the living dead,

A river drenched in blood,

If you dare to love,

Then don't fear it,

The depths of the abyss,

So many doors,

For a willing spirit,

This child was fighting against so much,

But in the end was it just greed and desperation,

A virgin yearning,

Hah, maybe, but as I remember it,

In the depths of that abyss,

Hell's gates really did echo,

Dare to live, is love greater than me,

You may not know how,

But if you're thrown into the abyss,

You'll still struggle to swim,

Perceptions, and the price of words,

Just men, justifying our existence,

Youth and children, virgin and cherries, so embarrassing,

Did it matter, or when an idea becomes prominent, must it be examined,

As a person, am I willful, eager to satisfy, so gold and bright,

Yearning for the abyss and grime,

What sort of sickness was in his head,

Why wasn't he satisfied with working,

Spirits, and magic under the moonlight,

Why do people do anything,

God and the heavens,

Smoking cigarettes,

Passing the time,

Burning, and consuming ourselves...