and i speak with... resolute profoundness that belies my years.../what is this sound that has made me glad.../
i am inside waterfall hidden cavern../thundering pillar of power thrusts me into womb carved by the finger of God.../hound dogs are dead.../pursued only by my desire to hear laughter at my funeral.../fireworks at my passing.../charitable memories of me.../the child i touched...the daughter i delivered.../the laughter i wrought.../oh to be bringer of love to a hut full of hurt and bad knowledge.../i want to murder the marauders of childhood virtue.../mad longing for saving grace for the world...drives me on.../like the waves from this here cave..../strong.../i embrace my desire to be great.
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