All this flashy rhetoric about loving you
I never had a selfless thought since i was born
I am a mercenary and all self-seeking through and through
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn
peace, reassurance, pleasure, are the goals i seek
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin
I talk of love a scholar parrot may talk Greek
But self-imprisoned always end where i begin
Friday, December 5, 2008
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