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Some say love is forbidden, yet people still fall in love.
Some say lust should be forbidden, yet lust fuels those who dare to love.
Murder, the killing of innocent children, rape, and torture are all forbidden,
yet such acts continue to occur.
When I was created and the woman I loved was made,
we brought forth a life untainted by lust,
a life that harmed none and spared no cruelty.
Yet that life was Forbidden.
She was not born but made, crafted because He desired someone to cherish,
even though He knew she would ultimately be mine.
So, Were we not destined to be together?
He created everything.
He created me, and He created her.
So why, when we both contributed to existence,
is our union labeled Forbidden ?
Whenever He creates, every work bears intention.
He fashions a flower, for instance, its purpose ever elusive to me.
Then He created her, a rose, a red rose
and that rose came to symbolize love,
the delicate union of opposites: evil and purity.
She was life; I was the end.
She embodied love; I embodied hate.
She was the vital blood coursing through veins, sustaining life,
while I was the spilled blood that heralds its demise.
We were meant to be together,
yet forces beyond us tore us apart.
She was sent back to her origin,
and I returned to where I belonged.
Though everything between us was halted,
I vowed before the Universal Creator
That this story, which began at the dawn of all creation,
Would endure until the end of creation
even if the remnants of our bond lie in ruins.
Thus, I leave behind our Forbidden Creation.
By sacrificing myself.