Let me drop this role, I act.
Let me break this grace.
For the sake of life or living,
Let me throw curse on all
Those dramatic philosophies
That justifies not-letting-me love.
Let me cause a havoc,
For I have loved
With my truest entirety
That can choke all facades.
Let me be intoxicated,
For I'm done being sober
In a realm that switched off
Emotions and called that "stability".
My love, they generate fatigue
And call it "success".
Let me ask you then,
Do you know how Lucifer loves?
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