Taking the edge off
Spinning through space
The suggested resolution to this message

Twisting snakes in your belly
You walk into the dusk
Collaborating to recreate life
Trading hats for bandanas
Twenty questions we shall play
And you will be passed over for another

Your years slip away from you

Whence the great plan of the deity?
He has his LOLs at you
Lifting yourself back up
By the strength of your muscles alone
You point your middle finger at the sky
Continuing on
Until that rotten sky god
Trips you up again

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