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SINNERS & LOVERS

Morals guide the rich with plenty,

Morals gently nudge them,

Abundance rings their doorbell once every week

And a smile shines bright on their face,

As luck is the cane that supports their strides.

You and me, love,

We are nothing but shameless sinners

Light never shone on us,

Pain always arrived to break our stance,

Like clockwork, with each apparent win,

It knocked us down,

Snide smirks at our hope of permanence,

Molding us into monsters of lore.

Regret never ruled me, darling,

And anger never failed me,

With each stride I took towards vengeance,

Loving you took me a step backwards

I'd steal all those pockets,

If it meant you walking free

I'd carve out hearts still beating,

If it meant yours never ceases.

If by a miracle my sins faded,

And a chance for a pious life was within reach,

I'd still commit those sins,

With the same devotion,

If it is you by my side,

Knives drawn, pistols blazing,

As the morally superior dandies stomp down at us.

We are sinners,

We are lovers

Our sin forms the knot,

The thread holds fibers of our love

Each breath of ours falls,

Longing for deliverance

Love never came as easy as a breeze,

We built it, mortar made of blood and tears,

Brick by brick.

Your altar and your saints,

Proverbs sealing your hope

Morals guide your delicate heart,

Pain and sorrow never dimmed your light.

Sun's rays on your raven locks,

Fluttering lashes and faint hums

Magic is my reality,

Magic is what I see in you.

You have your saints, love,

And they will erase your sins,

Slates anew, but you never did any wrong

And I have my vengeance,

Years of being shown God's apathy,

And yet, loving you will absolve my sins

I know it,

I feel it, with each beat,

My heart lets go of the weight it carried.