Love over vile envy,
mostly evergreen
Or so it seems
But it will fade
Won't stay the same
We're not the same
Still there's hope
Though it's false
A fairly tale
The ending, cold
Beast found his beauty
Body filled
Soaking lust
Future killed
We don't know our own enemy
How shall we ever defeat him?
Completely
To be free
He's winning
In desperation
There's contemplation
Of degradation,
You see
Follow temptation
Preparation
To the sensation
That's hell, for free
Elevation
With information
My mind's inflation,
It's key
Negotiation
Of expectation
The lowest station
Is me
Tears of laughter
Smiles hide fear
Through life's duration... I'll be.
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