Flee from this Love, you lovers; flee the flame! The burning's bitter, and trauma kills. After the encounter, ills on ills there's no evading by vigor, wit, or distance. So flee! proof's everywhere of vain resistance against his sharpened arrow, his mighty arm; just look at me: what enormity of harm awaits in Love's grim godforsaken game. Flee, and don't lose a moment. Now! No turning! I thought I'd have my way with Love at will; you see me chained to the stake, and burning, burning...
Flee from this Love, you lovers; flee the flame!
ReplyDeleteThe burning's bitter, and trauma kills.
After the encounter, ills on ills
there's no evading by vigor, wit, or distance.
So flee! proof's everywhere of vain resistance
against his sharpened arrow, his mighty arm;
just look at me: what enormity of harm
awaits in Love's grim godforsaken game.
Flee, and don't lose a moment. Now! No turning!
I thought I'd have my way with Love at will;
you see me chained to the stake, and burning, burning...