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Love:

To regard with affection; to like; to delight in

Lust:

To desire eagerly; to have carnal desire

Two souls meet in a crowded bar, as drinks of liquor round the room go. One drink, two, then three they share. Next to a room in a vacant house. A small room they share, no just a bed, while in human sin they share.

A child is born.

A bastard son,

brought into this world.

Created by sin

unnatural desire.

Turned from darkness

rival of his former ways

Guardian spirit

Watches, warns, evades the evil ways of his makers.

Two young souls locked in a tight embrace.

A bed they share in the darkened room,

Alone in their fantasy.

Two spirits watch,

listen

One in delight,

The other in pain,

disgusted at the sight.

One plays the puppets,

The other wards off the puppeteer

and weeps for innocence lost.

There is no love in this world my friends and this is sad to say, for when the masses speak of love, lust is their true way.

Lust is a demon, a villainous best, mortal souls are his delight and in his mists no one feels fright. He stalks like a hunter, your fate in his control. Playing with your heart, playing with your mind lust will contort fact and disguise it as truth.

Lust is desire, passion, and rage, a minute's mirth, flash in the pan, the red rose. Your rampant mind Lust will lead carelessly through this world. Pleasure is his doing, the price of which your soul. Here today, gone tomorrow, then back again, or not. Free from responsibility is the life that Lust does lead.

Reality does not exist here, in the realm of the happy lech. You see, you crave, you want, yearning for the goal you take, don't think just take. If it is good you will be left wonton more so you take again, or cast aside if not satisfying. You do not care. You are Lust.

Love is humility, service above all else. When the happiness of one is more important than yourself. To put the other before you in every deed and act, to think before acting, choosing the right path. Sacrificing the pleasure to take up responsibility, this is what love means to me.

Yet in all honesty who lives by this law. Nowhere have I found it, not any were at all. I have heard the words spoken a hundred times or more. The word is empty, shallow, vacant, deprived of meaning, overly used. People speak of love, they have no idea what it is. They feel they need the passion, and desire one another. Those that fallow this path think not with their heads; those that walk this path tread on shaky ground.

I look upon this world and at times I feel sick, others the urge to cry. I am sickened and appalled by the actions of those who fallow Lust, yet I weep for them because they know not what they do until it is too late. However, some times I do not weep. There are times that I rant and rave and curse the souls to their fate. It is these that turn my stomach, it is these who know the devil they dance with, and none of them care.

You say you don't believe me fine! Yet for those of you less certain heed my warning of the darker things of night. Lust is bright and colorful, pleasing to the sight. Love is often hidden in that closest to you. Chose careful the path you walk on, for I tell you this is true; that love will capture you willing heart, while Lust will claim your soul.