A partition be loved

Love as crusaders; fuck as cheats; speak as children

Lovers carve history as tyrants do.

In the end their crimes are forgiven.

In the end they’d be soulmates.

Tyrants taken to the company of sinners

It’ll be hell where they belong

Forgetting a lonely heaven

Testament to their voice its whisper

Grows till nothing can be heard

Beyond the fairytales sung to sleep

Love as prisoners; fuck as prostitutes; speak as parents



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