Self Portrait by the Author
Nobody hardly goes out to find someone to have and to hold anymore.
They do not look for something to share no more.
They want to kill love.
They want love,dead and gone.
They are turning into cruel disconnected ones.
They do not care to love at first, nothing.
Children being born to people that do not make them for love.
Children born into conversations with ultra sounds.
Ultra sounds that project the image of the gender they bring.
Unborn celebrated through screens.
Everybody watching the orgy.
They are killing love.
The innocence of love.
The foundation is crumbling and falling away.
Children draw with pixels images of animals they will never meet.
Images of houses and buildings where they can get lost in.
They are killing love.
No need to hug them.
They have fast speed.
They are learning to kill love.
Nobody hardly goes out to find someone to have and to hold anymore.
They do not look for something to share no more.
They want to kill love.
They want love,dead and gone.
They are turning into cruel disconnected ones.
They do not care to love at first, nothing.
Children being born to people that do not make them for love.
Children born into conversations with ultra sounds.
Ultra sounds that project the image of the gender they bring.
Unborn celebrated through screens.
Everybody watching the orgy.
They are killing love.
The innocence of love.
The foundation is crumbling and falling away.
Children draw with pixels images of animals they will never meet.
Images of houses and buildings where they can get lost in.
They are killing love.
No need to hug them.
They have fast speed.
They are learning to kill love.

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