Love holds no pleasure for those untamed,
It’s a parasite, spreading disease and hungry to kill.
Love, Spreading filth in a beautiful world,
Truly inspired and defined by unfeigned lust.
Fear holds no grounds for those untamed,
Their fury burns any spirit that may rise.
Fear, Liberating those very hopelessly lost souls,
Disguised and living in search of love.
Faith holds no purpose for those untamed,
And luck is for those frightfully ignorant.
Faith, Too confused to know evil from good,
Wandering night and day, among the breathing dead.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
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