It destroyed us without intentions. It poisons symbols with the power Of a type of love no one mentions. For its calmness we shed pretensions. With its anger we cry and cower. It destroyed us without intentions. It abstracts the void with dimensions That embrace whatever we devour With a type of love no one mentions.
It heaps pa**ions upon conventions And burns forever into an hour. It destroyed us without intentions. It remakes us through out intentions. Our fear lends its smell to the flower Of a type of love no one mentions. We hang our voices in its tower With a type of love no one mentions. It destroyed us without intentions.