United States
39° 55' 6.3372" N, 75° 8' 11.958" W

Daily rage
Jalapeño hate
Sons burn my eyes
Cradle my cock
I’d chop it off if it weren’t necessary for children.
It ruins my life.
Such a sensitive sensory.
Thinking with my dick
Pulls me away from the path I drew out for myself.
It will end in rapture.
My prophecies for myself will not come true.
It will end in hate.
Unless I will it otherwise.

And sacrifice my life creator I would in the name of peace. Fore I know none and it’s all I seek.

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