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Lust for words Like Cain with curse his name was Holocaust
in secret nights of pleasurable pain he disvirgined remorse
Lust for words
Imagination ruled, he thrived on the treasures of thoughts
Like a blind poet, to him: meditation was a pleasure of sorts
Scary to some, strange and alurring to the spirits of songs
If words could give life, then word is god if words could create eternity, then word should be Love
Lend me your words oh love, for I am lost for words
Send me a song with no words and let my lust be born.
Morain