Love, Sex Or Religion

Sometimes I am so evil

That I was afraid of myself

And I think that I don't deserve

Anything good,

Or sometimes I am so good

And even so naive

That  I fall in love

And for that, I sink

I live between lines

How the society draw it,

Full of perversity

And envy,

They hate me for love

Someone like my own,

They say that it's not natural

And it's doesn't have salvation

Live without damages,

Without commandments

And fool memories

Or the desired salvation

That everybody's looking for

And they aren't waiting for

And I create love

That the world has lost

All along.

Sometimes I am so evil

That I was afraid of myself

And the only thing I find out

It's so vain.

This is not love,

This is not the song

That I would have liked

To have written you,

I hate the religion

And that silly book

Because I prefer to

Not have love, sex or religion.

Chapter V: My Universe