Truth was me
when serotonin appeared
for a golden deal.
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There was slaughter in the sea of demons. I do not survive. I do not die. Enigmatic and mystical, a work so well versed in imagery it demands concentration. Altruism is the act of the highest humanity rising above the animal instincts of our beastly forms. Fantastic work!
We are sitting on tree tops when we read the poem. Philosophical!