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Think for a Moment, About Yourself, Think of you Grandeur, And you Wealth,

Think of a Time, When you didn't Exist, Think of a Crime, That you didn't Assist,

You have made Evil, Of course you did, Because your a fucking eight-armed two-tentacled medieval Squid.

Fuck you, and Fuck Me, and Fuck Everything In-between, The Light is Flashing, And the Darkness ain't right, And I fucking write nothing, And even nothing, Is full of Spite,

I was made, And the Creator Consented, Asking for my Daily Prayers, To be About how I Repented,

Full of Bile, And Bilge-Water, I have no home in this reality, I'm a fucking dirty-ass Squatter, And there is no hope to me.

Think for a Moment, About Yourself, Think of you Grandeur, And you Wealth, Think of a Time, When you didn't Exist, Think of a Crime, That you didn't Assist, You have made Evil, Of course you did, Because your a fucking eight-armed two-tentacled medieval Squid. Fuck you, and Fuck Me, and Fuck Everything In-between, The Light is Flashing, And the Darkness ain't right, And I fucking write nothing, And even nothing, Is full of Spite, I was made, And the Creator Consented, Asking for my Daily Prayers, To be About how I Repented, Full of Bile, And Bilge-Water, I have no home in this reality, I'm a fucking dirty-ass Squatter, And there is no hope to me.

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How inspiring and uplifting!

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And so Lifting turn to Dragging, And Down and Deeper we go, And I take your foot and hand, Darker and More Shit than we know,

I've got my hand on your foot, And I won't let go, We'll go down Together, And our descent will not slow,

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I’m bustin’ your balls. I admire people with the talent to write poetry. Keep it up.

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You need a girlfriend

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Part 1 - the Despair Part 2 - ??? Part 3 - ???

A story told in 3 poems. Let's have it

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You just kick me out of runechat?

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The Despair is where we are, Here and Now, Like the Snow, A Major North Eastern City would Plow,

Part Two is where we think we shall be, A Time, A Place, Where we can be Free

Not a single worry in the sky, No curry sold from the vendor street guy, Live, and Laugh, and Love as you will.

Because Part Three comes with our Death, if you Will, Part Three comes with the realization of a crisis,

Three parts of Bourbon, Two Lesson the Pain, One cut of a Surgeon, And no Glass of Champagne,

Now we are done, So happy, So full of Fun, Now we are done, and now we are here, It couldn't be better, We are in the Clear.

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I enjoy the continual morphing of form you used