Love is a thing that gurgles and spits fire
Acid shoot from it's maw to devour
It lays you down gently onto your pyre
I mocks me as i spend my final hour
Sometimes I wish love would just go
To some foreign planet away from me
But it continues to eat me, so slow
I need to break it's chains and be free
Love has ripped me to shreds on the inside
I fail to see the advantage of love
Does it even have a none evil side
I believe not, it is not like the dove
Which remains pure and unchanging through all
And does not presume to make mankind fall
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