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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A man sitting on a toilet seat giving strength to his belly, though resting his chin on his hand imitating the thinker who is sitting in front of the gate of hell with deep thoughts, naked on the bottom-half because he couldn't get completely naked like the thinker, excretes waste from his body. Although the waste excreted from his body can be flushed out it may alleviate him for a while, the belly still is a bit uneasy from the accumulated evil thoughts he kept in his body for years, won't be able to flush out. That's why the toilet seat starts to crack, and because overly abusing the lower body the pain creeps up from the bottom of the pit, and that would be the entrance to the little hell. If you see it from another angle, you can say that the water from the toilet is the water of Lethe, which will merge into Elysium, and therefore it may be Utopia; then why squat down on the toilet seat troubled. It's rather interesting to watch life, since he is unable to filter the root of the larger hell that is lurking somewhere in his body, though, he fell into own dodge, condemning the lower belly, unable to leave the toilet. You are a weary wanderer going after a soul that drifted away; you are a befogged soul facing hell but turning away from it, and anchored the weight of your mind to the hell that is on the other side of the world, sniffing a nauseous smell of sulfur bubbling up from the bottom of the deep sea. You are a wounded charger dashing aimlessly through the midst of the smoke of battle and the rain of bullets, therefore, though you have a mane you are unable to rise or call the wind, yet carrying a self-conceited pedant who favors the use of unfamiliar words and invents odd phrases to show-off on your back. Why don't you, instead of pacing in hell, swallow a handful of powder to help loosen the bowels excrete the layer after layers of evil thoughts and the heaps of wastes accumulated in the body for decades.
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