Should your heart be sliced
And veins fill with ice.
Fall not before the myth of vice
Lest your hopes be destroyed twice.
For drugs, lust, and sloth
Merely leave you empty.
It is only like the froth
Atop the waves of emotion let free.
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 4:25 PM UTC
Should your heart be sliced
And veins fill with ice.
Fall not before the myth of vice
Lest your hopes be destroyed twice.
For drugs, lust, and sloth
Merely leave you empty.
It is only like the froth
Atop the waves of emotion let free.
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