Hah. So this is really...not like my writing style, in the slightest, I'm really political. Anywho, I decided to post it, enjoy.

Loves’ Sole Direction Is To The Gallows

Conquered establishment lies strewn out before us-
abolished, overwhelmed by us-
for this is what divinity truly means.
Not the average power hungry barbarians,
because we’re powerless alone.
Susceptible to the smallest dosage of negativity,
as the slightest droplets of rain consume our souls,
devouring away our senses of reality,
where all that matters is authentic devotion.
Where a tourniquet isn’t necessary, for the blood never came,
just the renewed tears of passion and bliss,
can’t believe this rendezvous with romance ever occurred,
but it’s going to stay,
eternally etched into memories of the night,
where our emerald paradise never wanes,
and where embraces are forever.

Infatuation is foreign, obsession is an intoxicated rumor,
pure love reigns here, to carry us away from torture;
from rulebooks claiming love is a crime,
and where violators are murderers;
So am I to be a killer due to “selfish” happiness?
In his arms I forever stay, not in arms of the enemy, allies, or demons.
The myriads may gather to plant cold stares upon us,
let them stare, fixate lost eyes upon what they cannot have,
we’re flawless errors, perfection obtained before the masses,
hand in hand, proclaiming war against all who oppose.
They cannot take you away, skies collapse before us,
stars flicker in intensity just to see us shine,
and when we fly, the world stops moving,
‘cause you’re that special, if only proper dimensions could perceive that,
but they’re blind to love, to empathy, to emotion,
but I’m not afraid, you’re in the doorway, always watching, always,
swords of rebellion guard me,
but his hold is all that’s truly needed because with it

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