I have given up on love,
And cast the idea into the dark pit.
Some people believe it was sent from above,
I think they are all full of shit.
On this matter I have concluded,
My current position I shall keep.
On this matter I have been mentally deluded,
By those who can be led like sheep.
I used to believe in the great lie,
Long ago when I wasn't very old.
But then I realized you live then you die,
And my heart has grown cold.
The world has created, in me a pessimist:
But truly in my cold heart I am a misogamist.
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