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By Emmanuel Williams

The world is at it’s end

And I have put you there

I’m the last you would ask

And the first you would pass

But you see

I hold the key

I am the matchmaker

The craftteacher

You morons, I am Cupid

Love after love

I give you the above

Your man, your girl

Commitment and world

I shot you with arrow

After arsenal emptying arrow

And you spat in my face

You chose the race

Will you win, you will not

Till you listen or rot

And we all know how empty

The cradle doth rock

You’re alone without me

You’re dead because of me

But oh do you blame me 

When loneliness comes knocking

Then you pray to me

You fools

You toads upon stools

You achy breaky lost, lonely tools

Won’t you pray to the Sky

Hop a carpet and fly

And conduct your Arabian Nights

All you have is your dreams

Which must all die, you see

For the love of your life comes from me!

I am Cupid of Venus

And I am an angry god

You shall have no love but from me!

Look up and you’ll see us

Aphrodite and Eros

You will see that we shall never leave!

Your romantic A+

Is but a gift from us

To appease us you must give us Pain!

It isn’t so easy

Unless you are queasy

My arrows will not leave me easily

For strength it will take

Be patient and wait

I’ll arrive when only you can see me

Oh love is war

Oh sex is fate

But marriage we do not have plenty

For some will die lonely

To please us, to only

Make sure we are wanted and prayed to

If not, no one knows

What Ms. Venus beholds

In the mission she grants

Her own children

Relax, or would you rather die?

Unloved?

I could shoot you, you know!

I am Cupid!!!

Cupid!!!

Cupid!!!