A Matter True Love Has Died

By Cory William Morrel

Why... O' why many cry thoughts and words unsaid true love has died.

Who has lied and who has cried? Evil and careless cynicism without compassion

taken sides. It is said years fade, people don't change, but raw complied misconceived propaganda swings around Nihilism. A lot of provoked imposters have taken the wrong sides and connived.

A coldhearted calibrated characteristic of vague unmined plan to work war,

and war to work murder of enthusiastic joy is the absolute---absentminded burden struck the enemy's splinter's mind. Growing wraths of technicality spawn.

The gestured heart of the simple kind general organism, the carnal animal that being said man and woman, natural light of the sun has distanced themselves a facade fiat in the eyes of ruler pity cooperative hide.

The mind decides not to cry for the heart and the heart, while the statuesque

hyperbole programmed mind doesn't compromise the heart of its forthgoing

life. The incoming tide of considerable compassion has shifted apart, and worthwhile true love turned about the cold spine a back grunted complacent away has conceded like vitriol plie wood dry.

It's that very best thing better told being said. Some ideas are better kept left secret. Some secrets unspoken are better unexplained apart. Its unfathomable unavoidable evidence confronted, seems to exist closer to us has its destiny to show itself visible unfaded even when gone.

Tuesday November 4th, 2025, 5:40 PM