Love, so gruesome
At its worst
Insipidly fearsome
If lavished in futility
On mankind so brute
Seated in silent flames
He watches his heart wither
A part she cut away
Her tool, blunt coldness
Her love can’t be had
Walking down the street
Her illusions gone with his voice
As her world crumbles around
His love was heaven, yesterday
Love’s just fantasy, says he
But mankind, made so soft
Now have mutated to rocks, so hard
Much unlike the creator
Have remade love
Into a tool for the brute
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