Two lovers riven swiftly by the times.
Their hearts misunderstood by ethos raw.
A paradigm held fierce, enforced as law,
Destroyed these youths while brightened by their primes.
Their rendezvous', denounced as heinous crimes,
Are why they languished under purist maw.
The killings justified by ardent awe,
Are reason for my angered, mournful rhymes.
Their deaths, of course, do not need be in vain,
For times have changed since days of martyrs' past.
Let's spread our revolution through the earth,
In memory of those unjustly slain.
The splendor of our efforts near at last!
We have good reason to indulge in mirth.
Sometimes people look at themselves with such hatred that they burst into flame. When they've burned to ashes their spirit breathes life into the embers from which they arise as a new creation, free of the chains that they'd bound themselves by, free of the lies they'd wrapped their aching hearts in. When nothing's obscuring them they shine a light so others can look at themselves & the masquerade they call life. And if they have any vision left, they burn. I burned.
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