Only when you become a god do you realize how lonely the world is, and as you stand there on that mountain, with some thought and self-reflection, you can only realize that this perspective, it’s a sight that can only be seen from where you’re standing, outside of your vision, there are lovers and children laughing, delighting in each other, safe and content, within the bounds of their humanity, all that the heavens gave them, it was enough to satisfy them, as above so below, Mount Olympus, there’s no reason to climb that hill, what can you do once you’re there, left with one choice, you can only walk back down again, your elders, aged souls, and a bunch of old drivers, watching and smirking, desire, the source of all suffering, be content with cash, a full belly, and a fresh pussy, you and your daddy’s love, so many virgins on a quest, standing in line to ride the roller-coaster once again, live, laugh, love, it comes down to this, but you do you homie, blonde chicks and black dildos, if it excites the senses, whatever gets you there, but blood boils, and eventually it rests, runs cold, your dick, a fish that found a home, zombie sex and going through the motions, after all’s said and done, we wake up and realize we’re already dead, the world and its echo, Earth, this nest by the river, seeds scattered, branches extend, the fruit that it bore at the end, there's no such thing as virgins, someone already ate it, you can bet...

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