See here young man. I know you will not be listening, You imagine your good times will go on As if forever, forever. Especially as your body Has matured a little. Peer inside yourself. Do you see any seed? Therein is much delight. You feel indestructible, Adventurous, Your skill endures. Now see here, The young man is gone, no one is home, The days end draws in Ever closer. Now this corpus of yours Becomes your dungeon. Peer in. Do you see any soul? But wherein there is no light. You are indeed combustive, Carboniferous, uplifted and slowly Your skull empties.
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