Disquieted Mind


Oh how dangerous is the disquieted mind!

It does not know the extent of its own folly

Nor that its creations are all lies

It peddles its poison to those who do not keep a guarded heart

As it pulls and pulls until the last thread of Love has been unraveled

Then sits as though a king upon those loveless ruins!


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