Your father arranged the world and the stars above it, you don’t have to worry, with his control, perfection is easily come by, ingrained into the story of your life, as if everything was a dream, and ordained by the heavens, the always on rhythm spirit of synchronicity, how disgusting, in truth, we are only human, the gold sun and Saturn above, when the yang energy fills your cup, in the end, heaven must be defiled, the balance of my humors, to truly feel alright, I'll have to bow my head and open my mouth to the stink of this delicate flower’s lips, and kiss the altar, effort and hard work, only by digging to hell can we discover how the heavens bless us, they weighed out each aspect, so many personalities, so many angles, they fill the cup, and reward effort and struggle, they very well understand what composes suffering, which is why the lily blooms in the depths of the valley, maybe god loves us…

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