What started as my game, ended in demise,
I can’t get over it no matter how I try.
I’ve fought him far too long,
I need to embrace him, is that so wrong?
Others have followed the same trail as I,
Pitiful creatures are they now.
I am not like her, oh no, she is a liar,
For he is my gift, my gift from fire.
He is my gift, No- MY CURSE!
Evil, wickedness- I’ve been cursed,
With evil born of evil’s fire!
I must destroy him, now or never,
Yet, my bonds with him I cannot sever
In the end I know it will win.
For My heart belongs to his Golden Sin.
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iStar_Wipe
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He gave her 12 roses,
11 real and one fake, and he said
"I'll love you until the last rose dies"
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