I religiously read the words from my green & blue books
I wish this was but all it took
I type these words upon my glaring screen
But when put to the test, a foreign
language is all that can be seen
In the moment of madness, my eyes deceive
me, my stubborn mind refuses to translate
The seemingly emotionless symbols, but are
they love, or are they hate?
The words, they come easily, the passion is
always there
But when push comes to shove, nothing but
streaming tears & instant despair
How did this come to pass? Somebody without
our afflictions might eagerly enquire
To those questions, I can only softly
whisper...
Because half measures availed us nothing
& the strength of the temptation of fire
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