A young girl, in the distance, fruit to eat, but I have to work,

Through the bushes, three kilometers away, the earth, a garden, and a private trail,

South, North, all over the gentle shape, of the earth, of my mother,

In the distance, are we just communists, entangled in string, what could have been, still in a jar, a fly in a web, do you care to save them, Jesus Christ, guarding the grave, earth, such a high level, the nine levels of hell, just passing through, so many demons, do you want to allow a connection, so scary, so many flowers, so many abyss creatures, the shadow realm, the rules in hell, it's very serious, the question has to be asked, are you a man, or are you food, or did you settle, there's not a lot I would risk, but I must have loved her,

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Oh swoon, a winged man falling,

Oh the moon, this whole time, he was trying to reach her,

Inside the bush, she blushes, the garden and the landscape, our mother, entertaining children, you see her, yes, I'm just four inches,

That gentle girl, just a poet, too lazy to claim it, I wonder, how will her father, satisfy her,

I came, but there's so much I don't know, words are real, it takes effort to write, sweet baby, maybe it's better, than being fearful,

Oh, in the garden, consume the fruit,

Knowledge is just as tasty, blood flows better than flesh, dirty and stinky, maybe you need it,

As the price for this, a coke or a pepsi, accept your sacrifice,

Earn your meal,

Chomp...