Friday, August 11, 2006


What is hate but self-immolation,

Through the heart

Quite unlike a cupid’s arrow

Denial of the most precious of senses

Satisfying our lust for self-righteousness

Vilifying the puritan escapades

Implicating the innocence inside

Leaving the demons unchained

Our thoughts slip into repression

No going back, imprisoned

Sinner for life

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