Live without…

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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