How far have I come, yet a little have I know
Did I not remember love how it betrays?
How then have I not remember you in my thoughts?
I could have come a little farther to seek you out
The day I quench how I feel about love, I die
When anger and hate grow in me, I die
The last time I checked I forgot to pray
I die, so Hades and demons came for me
I pray even when I romance the altars of sin, I die
Is there true redemption and hope for the lost sons of men?
If I made it this far, thus; I must have seen salvation
Tell her love is a gift, in it I live
Tell her I love to live as men lost all hopes, they die
She must not bend her head in shame, she dies
She must be celebrated in her time of old, she lives
Hate I dies, hate they dies, hate she dies
Love I live, love they live, love she live
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