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 & 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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