Love is fickle,
as weak as it is strong,
It will hold you together then tear you apart,
love is the glue that binds us,
and the glue that binds us to our doom, the common man lusts for a temporary solution,
a quick satisfaction before he slips back to depravity,
the binding has loosened, true live forbidden,
we drown in the very glue that keeps us afloat,
the very glue that our grandparents were bound by,
and the same glue that our grandchildren will be,
but love isnt a glue after all,
it is coagulated acid,
congealed poison, cut straight from the heart if the victim,
The victim that created the glue,
And so the weakest link snaps,
love is gone

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