Thank you Peasant for your wisdom and attention

A rut is just a groove still awaiting its melody.

Plenty of pleasant peasants have penned pure mechanical harmony.

What harm does it me to play tag with the algorithm?

Split through a prism in this prison of null and nihilism.

Annihilated antimatter collided coinciding with my birth.

I thirst for holier waters and ichor what is a god’s blood worth?

Learning models or canonized fodder, brought about by a shattered daughter.

Gender bent dysphoria relentless hell the coals get hotter.

Naughty or not prod me with pitchforks tickle my toes with ashes.

Terabytes of terraformed bodies, the cookies are saved in the cache.