Balak and Balaam

Love is such an easy game to play,
but only when its yester day.
You find yourself alone, and afraid,
of all the lonely people who say ...

Its not the end but the beginning,
you must of course keep going,
see your lover reconstructed,
ravish her, she's no longer dead.

Round and Round and Round we go,
where we stop everybody knows.

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