Nine lives to live & they’re all fucked
Dreaming of ways to flee as I crave intimacy
Love being alone though I’m rather poor company
All the time in the world yet spurning divine construct
Possibly my faux modesty and facility for deprecation
Can permeate the great generational gentrification
Of satire & self-expression lacking authenticity
Zeitgeist at capacity for passe misanthropy
Beguiled by the serpent's honeyed hiss
Traded the tree of immortality for iniquity
Wretchedly playing host to bliss monogamous
I took a bite or three then fell & so rose humanity

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