I am made of plastic in a world of fire. I am made of God in a world meant for desire. I am not in the right place or the right time I want to be hurt & to commit crime. I want to be good incarnate & evil carnivorous. I feel nothing anymore in a sensory existence. If I feel too good I'll be punished if I feel bad I'll punish myself. In a time of heaven and hell I have built a purgatory.