The Gospel of Mark

Love is such a strange thing
In my heart that feeling doesn't ring
It is a parasite, used to squander life's spring
But one thing called love I remember clearly
Holding my friend's shoulders, dearly
And that is most troubling
I felt so fine to not scheme again
To not once spin a web for people to step in
My prey would not be able to hurt me,
But I would be a spider and the other a flyling
I thought we were above that.

Greater love hath no man than this
That a man lay down his life for his
I think what I feel truly is what Mark told clearly
To not be tied together insecurely
Having fun with a god amiss
And have company in that free abyss
Beyond morals and without a cause
And for a reason, there never was
But for the sake of doing it freely
You know I know everything, really.

You know the worst part of man loving his
Is that true feelings come only after this
After it is over all sadness may sing
But gladly we will repeat all errors again
We know we will be hurt but part of that is exactly everything
And if we wouldn't hurt, had we ever true friends to begin?
Comradery is the only love I feel and I truly want to cling
To someone, I never want you to dismiss
I want an everlasting friendship, so give your best!