Don't be a slave of the heart
Don't let her harvest the art
Its for your good all this advice
Dont break and say they were nice
For a well prepared man like you
Or thats all you want to preview
Tongue tied in climax you felt
Was that a justice or an insult
Leaping the boudaries of commitment
Which blur the borders of purpose
Promises are more but when to expect?
Instead it is easy for you to lament
Act of disgrace my friend
I have the right to tell you
Because I stay in you all the time
And its time to KILL YOU
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