Cheesy Riddle

She was an evil
She needed only god
to see her subsistence

She was a White Glider butterfly
She had never been discarded
Always felt like soaring to the highest overhang

Finally, she exists
She’s elevated to the highest mind, at last
There, she’s a bug

sipping cold coffee; "for half bottle of vodka, cheers!"

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