"Looking for answers?" laughed the hungry child. "Pushing your ansers leave none desired.". The hungry child worships. Spreading their cancer into unscarred brains.
Holier, much holier than you were before. No more. Now your purpose, Jesus, flowing in your soul. No more. Feel complete what a nice retreat to the call.
How did I come to become. How did we come to become this way. When we were inseparable. Formula of rituals I have lived. Lost time-resentment. I can't forgive when we were.