G in human rights

Stralia, your human rights are for hypocrites who hate us. You abuse lesbians in love,

And we’re in love.

They call me mad now, and you’re bad, and we’re both gay and in love.

They attempt to make love into conflict. In a time of interest.

Lezzo, then, I remain.

It’s called love. Being high on drugs.

See you rise high above the crowd. The babble, a song drunk on the beauty of your soul.

I fathom your heart. ‘Tis noble.

With human rights vanished in the hot sun. With you, moon child, I’ll run.

I couldn’t care less. For me, there’s no conflict.

If being in love with you, g, is crazy. Take it on the chin, and let them say how mad I am.

Don’t listen to them with their human rights charter. The zealots wiped it

Out of existence, and Australia. Replaced with hypocrites.

Listen to your dream. Of all you hold dear, still remains. In you I see.

I’ll tell you I love you, again and again, domme morrigan. My only,

I’m in love.