Oh how I envy perpetual youth,
Trapped in storms of hormones
With houses set on strange foundations.
Pull the hand off the mannequin,
Shake many and more so
Dominating man is set as your goal.
Deadly daily mundane mechanics
In back of the brain a gunshot,
Let out and live on for love.
Fears so small conquering heights,
Walking on eggshells split cells
That make you superhuman souls.
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