Questions Unanswered
Where do you come from, O Cursed Feel?
Does God know why he made you?
And can you tell me why it takes two,
and not just one to make it real?
Are you here to Torment our souls for pleasure,
and leave our bodies as slaves to lust?
Or is it something even less just,
that causes you to interfere with our leisure?
How old are you? Do you really conquer all?
And why must you always let us fall-
Into the doom of love's delight,
letting us see ourselves in a different light?
And then the joy out of sorrows brings,
More questions unanswered, of other such things.
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