I want to fall in love, my heart is aching, summer is here, and my heart is aching,

I want a soft release, into a lover's embrace,

But for beasts of the night, they feed when it is right, when they can, lest they never feed again,

On maggots, rotting corpses,

How many of these beasts can get it right,

Acquire the resources,

Provide the home,

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For the doe to rest her head at night,

Animals, creatures of the forest,

They rumble, they fight,

Just for a taste, a bite,

Some wait for their prey on mountains,

Little forest critters, looking to make the climb, maybe one day I’ll be high,

Others settle, others, fearing the creatures of the night, pushed to the edge, protect themselves in ingenious ways,

As for me, I’m willing to die, fall to the abyss,

Will the heavens feed me?

If not, I’ll rot away,

My aching heart, pulsing in the night,

The things I could do, when pushed by hunger,

It gives me a fright, I need a sacrament, I need a lamb,

But someone called out hierarchy,

Are you better than the millions who have starved, throughout the cold winter nights,

Starve then, you won’t seek it out, you claim to seek out fate,

But you’re thirty, its too late,

Just wait for death,

But what’s this,

Is heaven in sight?