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Are you out of your goddamn mind?
What even is a TOS at this point anyway?
Copper meets gray matter in a stellar show!
Self-inflicted; this is what your ticket paid for!

Here's your endless stream of consciousness
Concisely squished into 2500 characters
What a limitation!
The English-only aspect feels racist.

Summer heat, the concept of the endless
Have you gotten sick of tropes I've written for twelve years yet?
This is Derek's show baby, shut up and sit down
And be the silent therapist you were born to be.

What do you all do beyond make a number tick higher?
Full lives, deaths, pains of existence 
So long as 100 becomes 101
I smile at the watchers as they come

Cane sugar
Molasses
Water
Time

Let's not see you use thyme
That simply wouldn't mix well with ginger ale
Because this ginger's ails need something familiar
That no pill or oval stone could ever satisfy

The world's a play and I'm the actor
If the world ends with me, so too do you feel it
Blackened sky, no sunshine that ever existed
One brain cell among trillions in God's cursed skull

Did you miss me in 2022?
I found new mediums to complain about my life in
More interesting characters to entertain
No comment limitations to bind the audience

Burn bright, O Sainted Phoenix!
So bright I figure you set out to burn me
For the sin of acknowledging who I was inside
Is your God incompatible with my joy?

Pink, blue, white
A bisexual prediction, more accurate than I could realize
Cursed in body, in lover's toolkit
The blacksmith meant to be the anvil

So speak your words, O Sainted Phoenix!
Would you have bent your worldview again?
For a mediocre white woman born as a mediocre white man?
Born to die as the world cast daggers?

41?
It would be less than 1 if you would simply smile instead
Religion born of hatred and not the words of a Messiah
Jesus preached love; what are you freaks preaching?

God's mistake? God doesn't watch.
His automation simply casting mistakes into the aether
And as his son preached love; preached acceptance for all
You consider yourselves saints as you maim freely.

So may you burn brightly, those who watch
If you watch so callously as we writhe for your amusement
If this is the fate you wish upon us
May it embrace you tenfold

So speak, O Sainted Phoenix
Faced with an endless stream of consciousness
Having seen me low, could you face me even lower?
Or do I simply hate you more than you could hate me?
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