There's that moment of conversation you have with the Guardians that seems like a long time.
But, you can't tell because, there IS no time.
Still you know you're on your weigh to another time existence.
Like the spy world where you're really behind the schemes.
I argued my spiritual ass in here.
Where you receive a soul.
Sorta like a token you get on the merry go round.
You get different trophies from every existence.
The ones that fuck you over are the deceitful.
Because, if you're me, you can't go there.
That's the push!
Then you're born.
I'm shinnin my ass all the way through.
This fucked up illusion.
While I'm here, I'll bust your ass, anyhow.

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