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Qupid:

Stupid is our ghastly love,

Laugh out at me like the winged one's,

Point your talen's reading to strike,

Cliam your interest's a loveless affair in my domain,

O highmightyness think for my name,

Anser to the obsessein for power,

You gave him our privite worldly possion's and the seeing tower,

He gave you back a pack of harpless liar's pilfering the misarable interjecting grief,

Now we cherish the word's of the theif that runs off with our heart,

We bow to the Archer's crooked bow's that tear's us apart,

The damaged wonder if they were ever loved at all,

Discard your unwanted then taste perfection's withdraw,

Put me down still I've never took your picture off my wall,