For souls are pure
For souls are clean and beautiful
Until someone ruins them
Lures them into the unknown
Lures them in a minute, for their innocent minds do not yet know never to trust
Someone quickly gains them, and
Slowly injects venoumous lies,
filling in the veins filled with truths
Slowly gaining belief - the most poisionous agonizing torture
For as the innocent soul is captured,
Its revealed eyes discover the unveiled
yet, its no use
The soul is infected with the disease
The disease that haunts and never leaves
The disease that the souls have yet to discover a cure
The disease that harms all souls and bodies
The disease named love.
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