Blackened hearts filled with hate,
a reprised demolition of lover´s fate.
Sickened by lust and sleeping with greed,
a famine to slaves and warning to the freed.
Love is just a symptom, a virus to be cured,
not to be embraced, and merely endured.
So chop off my head if I ever fall in love,
and rip off the wings of this symbolic dove.