[TIPS] More generated poetry

Many of the things the generator is kicking out are surprisingly good, but here’s one more for posterity:

I can’t sleep
you have killed, you let her suffer, you make the world suffer, you let him down, you let God down.
Your forever home
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight I won’t mind
Your home of spirit
I can’t sleep
And so I’ve learned the meaning of the sun
So I can be with you
But the sleep so deep, it feel better in the soul
Lies come tumbling down now
Let me sleep so I can be with you

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