A sickly appetite to please
His soul’s fair temple defaced
He’s filled with a desire to be invited
Past reasons hated, but he still swallowed their bait
Love and lust are deadly enemies
Outrunning the eyes that prevent his haste
Feeding oblivion with the decay of things
Uncertainties now crown themselves assured
However, he still witnesses those
That shake their scratched ears, bleeding as they go
With every root growing
Another is dying
And, with every step and breath he takes, change is calling
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