I Write Poetry

[b]Blasphemy to Cupid[/b]

Love - This Goddamned Logic Plague...

Whoever came up with this mind virus should be shot or hung up in the Hague. 

So, send Cupid down to die and fry, in Hell.

With that battered bastard named "Nostalgia," as well. 

We were conscripted. We did not sign up to fight in this internal war we wage. 

I still remember when we were naive and liberated, 

Before the dreams we shared were lined up, shot, massacred and desecrated. 

We were once free and young,

We had simple dreams, and we lived life for fun. 

Yet they told us this was "wrong."

That damn mind virus was uploaded, 

We clicked, and watched as it downloaded. 

It installed... Crashed. Then we slowly stalled. 

I looked into your eyes, and you were no longer enthralled.

They watch us wave straight into the grave,

Then laugh, like our lives are theirs to dispense. 

Yet the joke is on them, because (in the end) our freedom will come at their expense. 

This contamination is ultimately their damnation. 

I cease to seek the creator, but (should I ever encounter them,)

I look forward to shaking their hand, before pushing them into ruination.