Every want wants me to want more,
I live eat and dream my wants,
Like a river it originates,
Rivers are mysterious,
Wants are a little more mysterious,
Rivers,
If controlled, it rages and destroys,
If allowed it flows deep,
Supporting life forms at in its vastness and depth,
IT NEVER STOPS FLOWING,
You call it a ocean,
I call it GOD.
Want a GOD?
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