I lost in you and you in me For once we found life But we soon realized that it was not without a price Six lives between us and many more multiplied we at the verge of destruction in the conflagration of our passion Shame and consternation staring into our eyes, Fear! Yes! I am conscious of its villainous fangs Insanity filled us to embrace yet to embrace eaach other In arms so firm and perverse Now stands between our souls A wall - on which we wrote our relative Sin Real and true Ten rules denied, Ours is a picaresque tale, we endeavour to conceal with piles of deceit Only to subject ourselves to the distaste of all Perfect humans who await to dispel us, We have nothing but become despicable. Pats before us are beset with thistles of stigma On which our spitit must tread on and bleed, Our atonement cradels derision, My forehead longs for the The Wednesday Ash Brier in my glance float pass
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