As the planets revolve in their lonely orbits,
We contemplate our fate in a legion of stars
Gaze at the void of an empty mind, reflecting the viewers sullen touch.
The touch sparks off silent debate within a host of cobwebbed attics,
Safety at the cost of another life.
Bring down heavenly wrath for I have plotted against the neighbourhood thug
Within flows molten sperm, fertilizing fields ready to reap.Do not practice for fear of what you may preach.
Chapter 17 - Training the Pigs
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