• Fingers twined together
    Is thee happy?
    For all happiness comes to end
    For no love exists, my dear child,
    Only hormones.

    Who you think you are in "love" with
    Just wants to pass their genes on
    And thee, why, thee
    Were the most compatible match, my dear child.

    Yes, humans aren't smart.
    Or great.
    Or amazing.
    They just manipulate nature. But their instics stay with them,
    My dear child.

    Be thankful, for, this was how thee was made.
    Fate is either cruel
    Or kind.
    My Dear Child.