Oh how Time did us no mercy,
.
How Red Roses grew Pale,
How Green Fields, Went barren.
How two souls, they decayed,
Layer upon Layer of Soot,
And How true Love grew Stale.
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Burnt Essences, is the story, of how we like what is toxic to us, and...
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To Us,
Whoever Hurts us is a Sinner, Guilty of the Vilest Sin.
And as for Revenge? We call upon God to make it better. But then hope for the Devil to Win.
Pray that their 'Sin' be forgiven, Delude ourselves we've forgiven as well, Deceive ourselves that we've let go, But Hand them over to Karma as well. .
__ To Us,
Whoever hurts us is a Sinner, For We are the Purest Beings. . And Thus, we, in Due Course, Become more Evil than the Hurt itself, Thinking of Ourselves as deciding gods, Created nothing but human beings.
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