Overthink Poem by Ardiente Antonio

For if I were to kill you.. The stars would stop shining as brightly as they do and murder me too.

For if I were to stomp on them.. The beasts of the Lord's earth shall chomp to my very bones, nothing will be left of the sinner.

For if I were to harm a lover's lover.. And only a lover's lover regardless of it was of ill intent; I could simply never forgive myself. A disgraceful charmer.

So tell me, what would happen if I made a lover of my own even the slightest bit agitated? Oh Lord, I have made one too many loans. Take my soul and tear the vainglory away.

For the life I know is but a rain story. The thoughts I conjure now is a mori of delusion.