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before I stay I begin Time before me resining allowance of how to start again echos through the mind of taken shamanism the catechism of the great oak the first communion of sounded speech they say " Hey those are my roots" the collective union of balls with a tone as if warning don't mess with my cock I'm holding to my own all in innocence in awakening sight one foot in death one foot in life. I see you now after being inside me thinking of law a incarnation of perversion the nature defends over human waste of lazy personifications of the admittance of conscious spirit the mind itself over the souls of fornication in only the rest of veils. I was there to save him I thought my only truth my love. maby my balls were to many for him yet not utterly my root of desire. A kiss falls from the tree acorn of the pirates that hide on the walls and under your bed. Then my family departing from my lost space of enlightenment the broken bones of honor and unity bonded to my second sacrifice They. will find away fleeting in adornment of the value without fortune the legacy of mixture and harmony colors to cal. and mend the mind of the holding. Like the oak my family tells me. You are not human not one little speck.