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Cupid
went on a killing spree,
He
was fed up with the whole Love scene,
Half
the couples he had brought together
Were
just no longer working out,
Divorces
leading to greed,
Settlements,
alimony,
Fights
over who gets the armoire
And
who gets the keys to the car —
With
not one person caring about
What
has become of the Heart,
So
Cupid's arrows started to become real,
No
longer invisible
His
wings gave way to razorblades,
Cutting
off heads as he flew,
I
ducked real fast, but he got you,
I
saw Cupid laughing, flying away,
Happy
with the carnage he left in his wake,
I
saw Cupid crying, hoping with a tear
Upon
the bloody plains he'd left us to rake
That
maybe Love would grow again.
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