Think of what you are if your mother dared to see you without eyes of love:
A screaming ball of helpless flesh. A liability. A burden around her neck.
A purposeless sh1t-monster whose every move was a feeble one. A budding disgrace.
Think of what you are if your father never viewed you through eyes of love:
A waste of time. A sinkhole for his efforts. An expenditure.
A boy-man who would never stand equal to himself.
Think of what the populace becomes when politicians dont view them through the eyes of love:
Cattle. Lives to be sacrificed. Pawns whose purpose is to die for 'expediency'.
Participants in a social 'experiment'.
Think of what you are when a woman chooses not to view you through eyes of love:
A source of cash. A momentary release from her frustrated sexual desires.
A way to increase her social standing. A pawn in the game of her own advancement.
A hated, loved, hated, loved mystery figure to be attacked for each sign of weakness.
Think of what loveless men have made out of this world:
A cash factory. A corpse factory. A 9-to-5 bore factory.
Think of what it is that has hurt you most, that has made you want to turn
your back on love:
Someone refused to see you through the eyes of love.
Knowing all this, do you still want to join in this dismal conspiracy against love?
You have only one poker chip that matters. Are you going to bet it all on red, or on black?
(food for thought in poetic form)
A screaming ball of helpless flesh. A liability. A burden around her neck.
A purposeless sh1t-monster whose every move was a feeble one. A budding disgrace.
Think of what you are if your father never viewed you through eyes of love:
A waste of time. A sinkhole for his efforts. An expenditure.
A boy-man who would never stand equal to himself.
Think of what the populace becomes when politicians dont view them through the eyes of love:
Cattle. Lives to be sacrificed. Pawns whose purpose is to die for 'expediency'.
Participants in a social 'experiment'.
Think of what you are when a woman chooses not to view you through eyes of love:
A source of cash. A momentary release from her frustrated sexual desires.
A way to increase her social standing. A pawn in the game of her own advancement.
A hated, loved, hated, loved mystery figure to be attacked for each sign of weakness.
Think of what loveless men have made out of this world:
A cash factory. A corpse factory. A 9-to-5 bore factory.
Think of what it is that has hurt you most, that has made you want to turn
your back on love:
Someone refused to see you through the eyes of love.
Knowing all this, do you still want to join in this dismal conspiracy against love?
You have only one poker chip that matters. Are you going to bet it all on red, or on black?
(food for thought in poetic form)