All this talk of love
In the essence is dead
Love is a feeling
A visual fact
Something you can see
And something you can touch
Something real
But I
Seal my eyes
So I wont retrack
Looking around I see Lies
See unclear
My vision is uncertain
I
Deal with the greater good
I feel misunderstood
I
Appeal to the men of war
Appleal to the notion
Men of devotion
Torn by hate and vain
Things they kneal to
Things to gain
Treasure and possesions
To be or not to be
To see or not to see
These are things i decide to leave.
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