The dream that could have been, you’ve been wonderful, maybe I should fondle her,

Elaina, my lover, too young for her, maybe she should try someone a little older, get fucked a little, show me a little, skin underneath that thin, imaginary line, before I make you mine,

Oh Elaina, what I would do to tame her, give her little flowers, say I’m in love with her scent, that she leaves behind, for the hunters to find, if only I was bartender, I could contend for her, but unfortunately, I’m a little lame, got fucked, he came on my leg, she asks how do you like what’s in the abyss, did you smell her piss?

It was a little like beer, it was queer, how it filled me up, filled my cup, waiting for the day, she comes to me and says, I’m already wed, but I’d like to show you, what’s wet?

Her breath, all over my chest, he left his number, he asks your husband, would you let me cum in her, and he follows this guy to his shed, where he’ll tie her up instead, and I got left on read, I wouldn’t want to make them upset, anyways, I came on her pants, I lasted two minutes, she said it was fine, we can try again next time,

Then an eagle began flapping its wings, ca-caw, ca-caw, three crows, and a lion pride, the poet runs, he says I’ve already made you mine, it's been done, my father's shadow, we should run, make it to the next checkpoint,

The poet really did prefer the devil, because at least he kept her, feasted on everlasting fruit,

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The echo and shadow of demons, the spirits that fill his cup, swaying and dancing, according to the situation,

Under the night, reflections and dreams, a life that was never really lived,

Honey in a jar, fruit and honey, so many rewards, for those who dare to commit,

He was allowed it, a reflection of a dream, married her, got worried, whether he should wed her, entangle her, in that fine web, a man, a poisoned apple, a snake eating himself,

How many tears did she shed, when you said you couldn’t make it to her wedding, it would upset me, would make me think she left me, the poet’s worried, that love will be left behind, will no one take this, I’m selling it for forty cents,

Weird considerations, delusions, and mental gymnastics,

For what reason, who knows,

The echoes of questions, and architecture,

The sun and the moon, pulling strings, building a heartbeat,

Anyways, I think he’ll get caught, some way, somehow, something nothing smart would allow,

It's too high, I think I’m blind, ant and a cupcake, frog in a well, who doesn't know the height of the heavens,

Anyways, what happened,

To the river of blood,

Should we kiss and make up,

Three birds sacrificed,

Should we feast on her flesh,

Impregnate her,

Take turns, eating the flower,

The moon and her magick,

Helen of Troy and her wrath,

The demons and dragons bow,

The wise know to obey,

Anything for love,

God help us, doomed, to pay for all of it...