What's the point of evil, if not to express your love, the depths of your feelings, the rise of your emotions, and the flames of your desire, as humans, it’s never wrong, to simply pass on through, to let bygones be bygones, our mistakes and grievances, like passing air, and the feeling of rainfall on your skin, death and murder, in the end, it may be impossible, the spirit could be eternal, so why lash out, why become stirred to any action, as emotions become turbulent, simply let it be, and allow it to rest, as is nature, as is death, but if the fire burns, and evil calls to you, dick hard, pussy aching, why do you look so angry, stop faking, life and laughter, the flames of desire, the plight of humanity, our yearning souls, and all that binds us, it could only be love, acceptance as we are, out of the closet, I’m gay, our naked bodies, and all our ugliness, on my shoulder, let it out, life hurts, tears fall, but we may have each other, hold on, for the love of god, life and love, don’t let go…

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