• By the deepest contempt within thous sorrowful eyes
    Foretells our ever diminishing eternal love
    Faith, and Love thou have longed for within me
    Had never persisted
    For that twas Lust, and nothing more
    Tis now your utter belief in this now present day
    Oh, how thous heart aches in dismay

    Twas I who truly bleed
    Such as the man whom died 1000 times inside
    For what he had so legitimately dearly loved
    Was as much suffer as I had within the mental unconscious state of Mind
    May I have been stupor towards such
    Of all thou twas most obvious to the happenings of my enduring suffer

    But then again Tis now your utter belief in present day
    For that twas Lust, and nothing more