All along, all artificial.
Ask another an answer:
Are any arguments ascertained?
Loving lets live losing,
Losses limitless, life's lonely.
Philosophy problematizes peace.
Particularly perceived peace.
Poor pure people paying prices.
His heart hurts, hopes he'll heal.
He hears her hopeless hollers,
He'll help her.
Another's all alone,
Arranged all alike,
After aforementioned agony?
Both bodies, both brains,
Both beloved, both believing,
Evil's elements exists everywhere,
Enveloping every entrance, every exit.
Everything ecstatic eventually ends.
Their tones too tender, their time too transitory.
They thoughtfully told themselves:
'Til tomorrow turns today.
Had a lot of fun writing this with the restrictions I imposed. If anyone has cool ideas for poem rules send me a message.