i

  Has magick always relied on a higher power,

  ii

  If this life was hell, horrible and consisting of simply pain, driving you up the wall, towards considering, whether you should kill yourself, what if this was the lesser of two evils, and in contrast, on the other side of the grave, some sort of great hell waits, some abstract, and horrid consideration, your life under the ugliest light,

  iii

  Why cling to ideas of what you should or shouldn’t do, your life echoes, it’s going to be imperfect either way, life and love, all your desires, allow freedom, do what you want to,

  iv

  Lily in the valley, look around, no one's there, do you want to pluck it, reach out your hand, hey, do you have consent for that,

  v

  I don’t know what a woman is, do we speak the same language, some sort of idiot, the way I see things, it’s like they can’t quite see it from my perspective, am I really some sort of great evil, is it sinful to abide by logic, women have a weird sort of bravery, such tasty meat, like venison in the headlights, according to nature, the moon above, as the waves push and pull, they’ll act according to all sorts of whims and emotions,

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  vi

  To be watered down, what a wonderful thing,

  vii

  Don’t be weird about it,

  viii

  Jane the dancer,

  ix

  Oh, to be gay and dancing,

  x

  Poetry, it’s like fleecing wool,

  My morals cast away,

  Mold and mushrooms,

  They grow atop my mind,

  If any of it can be consumed,

  Vitamins and nutrients,

  I wouldn’t mind,

  xi

  It's like, as we enjoy a piece of media, some sort of grand story, or beautiful painting, we can all look at it from the same place, or at least the possibility is there, with a gatekeeper guarding just in case, dreams,

  xii

  Why differentiate, the different water particles in a cup, me and my neighbor, what I happened to let in, basically the same place, we are legion, murderers, rapists, and thieves, one allows the other, we just happen to have a different face,

  xiii

  To think, after the seed has been scattered, after much of your life has unfortunately been composed of reactions, it can be a blessing, to rise above your body, your beating heart, and each foundational, base act, to compose a thought, and direct an idea, it can be a blessing, that’s a fact,

  xiv

  Should, could, it all echoes, anything you could do, maybe it’s a matter of principle...