You shall treasure no moments
You who orchestrate:
Lust
Gluttony
Sloth
Greed
Wrath
Pride
And Envy
Blame yourself
Instead of playing what I compose.
I, the rose that intrigues you
I, the apple that feeds you
I, the warm feeling within you
I, the ruby which enchants you
I, the bloody sword that protects you
I, the comfortable throne you sit on
You, who take for granted the light of life
Treasure no moment
For the more you treasure
The more you will have to give up
Spend your soul on happiness
Give up charity from the heart
Regret nothing
Release the anchor of religion
Remember the day I charmed you?
My rose which bloomed during your time in need
My luring scent which compensated your depression
My thorns which bound you to me
Thorns which baptised you by blood
You are me
I made you
Blame yourself
For I gave you a choice I never had.
