As scarlet tears roll from your eyes,
A state of fear consumes our minds,
A love not lost, nor glorified,
We drown in mourns of genocide,
No place to run, where shall we hide,
To mend these wounds; our tattered lives,
There hate runs thick, " Be Gone! ", They say,
Fore we meet god, as life's dismay,
Unorthodox, this is there way,
Fore we pay debts, this very day,
For this love of ours, why must we pay?
We have no sins, yet were shunned from shame,
I grasp your hand, this heart untamed,
Fore now we die, and here we hang,
The feeling of our sorrowed lives, I will admit it's quite insane,
Because we lust for one another, we shall never breathe again.















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