To nourish the genius you must first torture the child
After the torture, you must then stand aside and watch the flowering blossom of genius grow
This has nothing to do with love
As the growth continues you must remember to stunt the child
So that there will be more room for the genius to grow
This has nothing to do with love
At an accelerated rate this will allow the genius to take over the job of torture
Any outside interference will not be necessary
The genius is strong enough to continue to grow while feeding on the body independently
This has nothing to do with love
The genius is not like a virus or a parasite
It does not need a living child to ensure it's life
The genius will kill the child, inhabiting the body and live, as it were, as befits a living genius
Having disposed of the child within it may find a great relief in the devouring of others
This has nothing to do with love
The genius cannot go on forever
At the height of its strength and power, it is weakest
When the genius begins it's ascent there is a limit
When it's reached its limit there is nowhere to go but down
In the end, the body will die
Not enough within itself
The body takes the genius to death as well
Thus we see the genius a self-fulfilling prophecy of doom
Nourishing not the child, which ultimately is capable of knowledge that will never die
But itself, which is but a shadow which from the knowledge falls
Nourish the child, not the genius
Nurture the child
Anne Feinsod - What's <3 Got to Do With It? Lyrics
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To nourish the genius you must first torture the child
After the torture, you must then stand aside and watch the flowering blossom of genius grow
This has nothing to do with love
As the growth continues you must remember to stunt the child
So that there will be more room for the genius to grow
This has nothing to do with love
At an accelerated rate this will allow the genius to take over the job of torture
Any outside interference will not be necessary
The genius is strong enough to continue to grow while feeding on the body independently
This has nothing to do with love
The genius is not like a virus or a parasite
It does not need a living child to ensure it's life
The genius will kill the child, inhabiting the body and live, as it were, as befits a living genius
Having disposed of the child within it may find a great relief in the devouring of others
This has nothing to do with love
The genius cannot go on forever
At the height of its strength and power, it is weakest
When the genius begins it's ascent there is a limit
When it's reached its limit there is nowhere to go but down
In the end, the body will die
Not enough within itself
The body takes the genius to death as well
Thus we see the genius a self-fulfilling prophecy of doom
Nourishing not the child, which ultimately is capable of knowledge that will never die
But itself, which is but a shadow which from the knowledge falls
Nourish the child, not the genius
Nurture the child
After the torture, you must then stand aside and watch the flowering blossom of genius grow
This has nothing to do with love
As the growth continues you must remember to stunt the child
So that there will be more room for the genius to grow
This has nothing to do with love
At an accelerated rate this will allow the genius to take over the job of torture
Any outside interference will not be necessary
The genius is strong enough to continue to grow while feeding on the body independently
This has nothing to do with love
The genius is not like a virus or a parasite
It does not need a living child to ensure it's life
The genius will kill the child, inhabiting the body and live, as it were, as befits a living genius
Having disposed of the child within it may find a great relief in the devouring of others
This has nothing to do with love
The genius cannot go on forever
At the height of its strength and power, it is weakest
When the genius begins it's ascent there is a limit
When it's reached its limit there is nowhere to go but down
In the end, the body will die
Not enough within itself
The body takes the genius to death as well
Thus we see the genius a self-fulfilling prophecy of doom
Nourishing not the child, which ultimately is capable of knowledge that will never die
But itself, which is but a shadow which from the knowledge falls
Nourish the child, not the genius
Nurture the child
Writer: Anne Feinsod
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