Why would you call me a loser?

Did I lose faith?

A handwritten letter from me, that says, how do you do, and no one caught on, so I was left standing there, like an idiot, speaking out into the void, unsure who was reading this exactly, does it excite the senses?

Anyways, he went home,

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Walked that winding trail, but he tripped and fell into the abyss, it was normal, a good show, an echo from the distance, wet and squishy, a river and a valley,

Then he cried, it has yet to become difficult, but does hell exist?

I assure you it does, but the spirit is immortal, I’ll falter, I swear to you, that I’m clean, nothing’s on me, but you’re kind of dirty, yeah, but its what comes out that day, maybe, you could, give me a first taste,

Some water, some wine, an alchemist and a poet,

You wouldn’t have known it,

But the seeds have been sown, scattered all around, diseases and infections,

So we’ve come to here, a tale, so many fears, an old man, and a spear,

A safety check, where's the ball, I'm not sure,

But I may have dropped it.