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I look at the ground beneath my feet as I walk, knowing how old each single step I take is and how long the earth has known my footfall. I look up and gaze upon all the people I see near and far and realize that if everyone whose life at that moment was shorter than mine vanished, there would most likely not be a soul left to see.

The world is a pleasant playground and kindness is at the heart of my life. I have a smile for everyone, kindness for everyone, time, for everyone, and I wander, timelessly, content and happy. I gift money to the homeless, converse with those who engage, and the pleasure of seeing a woman's instant attraction upon asking an innocent question never tires. The flush of her skin, the sheen on her face, the deep, faraway somehow sleepy look. The smile. I smell her, sense her, know her, and sometimes, with scant words exchanged, love her. There is no horse & cart jarring her to the bone over a rock-encrusted ride back to my barn to fuck her in the hey loft in this day and age. These days I drive that SUV and live in that mansion. I wear the brand, I buy the cologne, I do everything I can to add to my already irresistible aura, and it works, it all fits together so nicely, it's so nice, I'd fuck myself if I could.

And when I meet the world, sometimes, I just want to fuck. Forget the blood, forget the mysticism. Sometimes I just want to fuck, fuck all night, keep the curtains closed and fuck all day, and when I've had enough, I fuck some more. It helps with the pain of knowing every person I see and all the things they ever were and will be, are already ghosts lost to time and to me. I mourn for a world yet to die and the people within it.

I walk alone.

I walk in a city full of people yet I'm free from all of them.

I have beloved places of refuge.

I sit and drink coffee while looking so far into the sky, heaven itself appears, knowing full well hell itself sits beneath me.

Despite everything bad and broken in this world, most of the tears that fall from my eyes are of joy, and not pain.

No longer of God, my barriers broken,
my morals intact, though merely a token.
Has led to a path steeped in sin, free of guilt,
ripping God and his sword, from my heart, by the hilt.

Blade shattered through striking hell's cage around soul,
its pieces no more than a memory of old.
Cut through with fresh ease on the depth of my sin,
and sharpened and honed through blood rites of my kin.

In vampire breeds, my heart became stricken,
of wife and our clan, of our truth God forbidden.
With lust and desire, with hunger and thirst,
with love in my heart, I cared not for curse.

Beyond any foodstuff or finest of wine,
my need crude and based, raw, unrefined.
All thoughts pushed away, until deep urge is spent,
no care within mind, of others dissent.

Heart pounding and pounding and pounding and pounding,
the cost to my soul, is in Satan's accounting.
Mind cloudy, elated, true focus is feeding,
licking and lapping, and sucking wounds bleeding.

I'm lost in the scent of sweet fruit and lime,
of wife and her sister, their scent is sublime.
Our bond within trinity, sealed through their blood,
I'm lost to their taste, and the warmth of vein's flood.

I knew you would find me, my wife, my Beloved,
my destiny waited, uniting in blood.
I remember your scent, sweet fruit and lime,
at time of first meeting, it felt by design.

Held to your whisper, etched on my heart,
deeper than any bite, brand or mark.
Met with a kiss, on the left side of neck,
by that time I knew, my soul was lost cheque.

Both knowing my truth and my depth of devotion,
matured from my love, of Satan most cloven,
as leaf from its tree, helplessly floating through pain deeply woven.

I waited through years to find life through your whisper,
my soul alone, a simple drifter.
While searching through time for your place in the crowd,
searching each day for your name said out loud.

Truest Beloved, your beauty strikes heart as the wind hits a sail,
my love for you, my holy Grail.

Sisters in blood, sisters in passion,
my morals care not of the view or the fashion.
My girls in their lust, eternal in prime,
both bloodied and sinful, past logic, or rhyme.

My wife and her sister, two sides to my third,
my standing now equal, to either their word.
My turning from God, wife's gift of succession,
few thoughts I have spent, on this final transgression.

My role has now changed, from scornful low heel,
my strength is now equal, through Satan's full seal.
Mind lost to the blood, the thirst and the need,
my thoughts not of Lord, but on ravenous creed.

Both sisters amused at my dignities loss and begging bowl pleas to lap at their blood, both taunting and teasing yet never refusing, indulging my urges through laughter that drowns in my tears and my screaming, and crying as child through craving breastfeeding.

My addiction to bloodlust seems far from complex, simply an urge to ingest sister's essence, to taste living cells, the scent of life's blood,
heightens arousal to lengthening presence.

Together, the blood, the insatiable need, the biting and scratching and sucking and bleeding, taken through letting and smeared across wife, smeared across sister, smeared across self, allows human comfort of sexual placement.

Using the blood, in true lubrication, builds up our frenzy through lust and elation, builds up a need beyond previous dreams, of what could be felt within weak human body past the extreme.

I'm lost to addiction as never before, my bloodlust outweighs, to greater percent, wife's hunger well sated, through sister's consent.

My need of their blood is something quite new, another indulgence to add to my angst, another string to add to my pain, except pain is the wrong word, within it I grow, within it I flourish, and add to my gain.

My warmest of tears born of greatest of pain, my need not of comfort but fire and passion, of tears lost to rain, of cries lost to thunder, of need of my pain.

Of knowledge I asked for, past man's understanding designed to be flawed. How much I now love, how much I now feel, my shackles are broken, true consciousness thawed.

I'm determined to write within journal this moment, perhaps a battle simply ill chosen. My flag of surrender, most sexual trek, carried to wife's slender fingers, all camped within sight of the base my neck.

Her breath on right ear, has ended this battle hardly begun.

I can barely form rhyme, let alone keep my mind and thoughts clear.

Wife using her tongue as a scout leading teeth to the site of my turning, nuzzling my earlobe with tip of her nose, enticing my head to expose side of neck, flicking her tongue on wounds fully healed, and biting anew, yes, it fully appealed .

My pulse lost to quickening of fear before turn, now wife's bite is simply a comfortable burn.

Old slippers by fire, a favourite song, a cosy warm bed welcomes sleep to the lorn. My seed, lust and hunger, indulged, fully sated, my conscience no longer still pricked by Christ's thorn. In ways beyond words, in ways never spoken, my peace within mind belongs to newborn.

Wife's silky soft lips, parting their gateway, allow hardened glans to follow its journey along velvet path in search of its causeway. Her warm velvet tongue, simply a bed for my life giving seed spray.

My sexual pleasure, of glans still bloodied, its increased measure, wife's tongue still flicking, my life seed still spilling, from rigid shaft leaking, wife's raven hair flowing, still clotted in gore, the smell of iron permeating the air.

Within sunset of focus, I try to recount, through words, and thoughts, to add to my journal. To salvage last page, to give it true worth, of my turning and union, and life in rebirth.

How easy my words now fall onto parchment, vying for space against recent blood spatter, yet losing their ground to sisters dark matter. Their blood tells a story far deeper than words. Their blood tells a story most men find absurd. A name known as legion heard throughout Earth, from child of cot, to man on deathbed. From Son of the morning, to beast cast of dread. On tongue of all language, from first breath till last thread.

'We have our union, my Beloved.

You gave me a free pass to the entire world. And it's become my playground. It's so vast. I feel like I can do anything, go anywhere, be anywhere, see anything. Everything is so beautiful, so peaceful now, because you gave me the strength to see it that way.

All of those lives and places to meet and see and explore and everything I see, I see with love.

I adore life. I adore everything. Everything matters. Every sunset, every smile, every kind word, every single connection, no matter how small.

Everything means the world to me, because everything is the world, and now, I can finally see, and feel, freely.

Desperately seeking, and needing their whole,
yet something is missing and taken from soul.
Denying their feelings, all held from the truth,
for minds of most men are still locked within youth,
in keeping their thoughts, where heart never delves,
or asking the question to God or themselves,

the question of questions is simply, what if.

You, my Beloved, may place me in chains,
Your hands simple tools, to Satan's mind games.
My soul just a painting, to add to His collection,
His power your paint, to my canvased inception.

I'm dangled as plaything, commands I hear spoken,
Though long understanding, my will must be broken.
I'm shattered and bitten, bloodied and wrought,
no single part, escaped a fierce thought.

Yet key to our unity, lay here eternal,
hidden on pages, within my own journal.
I could never be turned, through pain or enticement,
My fate ever rested, in words on old parchment.

You, my Beloved, at last saw the truth in my heart's deepest song,
The truth of my journals, the clues all along.
You, my Beloved, found power to turn me with two simple words,
As I fell to my knees, in tears long deserved.

My ripped open heart, no longer resisted.
Your sobbing hitched breath, said those words as you whispered ...

'"Love me"

'I wept. I screamed. I howled. I was in emotional agony. Like never before in my life. I never knew how much pain I could feel until that moment. The fire I felt, the anger, the fury, the strength, right then, I would have burned the world to save her. No matter the cost, my life didn't matter, my soul didn't matter, nothing I had mattered. All I wanted to do was take a creature that needed me and give her everything. And none of the pain was for me. It was all for her. Every second of it, every tear, every scream, I wanted to save her in a way she couldn't save herself, and I never knew I could ever be so broken until I looked at her face and saw the longing she held in her eyes to finally be in a world she wanted to live in. My emotions exploded. I was finished. I was finally torn from life. And all that was left, was my love. For her.'

My final acceptance, of rites lost to journal,
Brought You fallen Angel, to matters infernal.
To give life and soul, true love and its need,
To bond with Beloved, through blood rites and her creed.

My Satan, protector, and cruelest of lovers,
My dearest most cherished, and thoughtful of brothers.
Appearing through wife, opaque within eyes,
Her flesh simple vessel, my turning, was time.

Your energies taken, through wife in host form,
Added my soul, to your lost legion's swarm.
With You fallen Angel, accepting my turn,
While knowing for her love, I'd willingly burn.

Ripping through mind, ripping through soul,
As ripped open heart, joined blood spilling toll.
Showing existence of plane rarely seen,
And taking my hand through dimension between.

Turning me into Your child of commitment,
Taking me back to the mind of an infant.
My mother and father and sister all dead,
Past lovers, remembered yet long ago fled.

I'm fired and tempered in all that I've lost,
Your presence destroys me, I'm ripped from the cross.
I screamed my goodbye to God and his nation,
My soul then turned, into death's false salvation.

I fell into blackness, no sense of perception,
Or God and his law, or man and his mention.
My last human thought, Satan's hand was not offered,
but mine using soul, through the writings I authored.

'I found myself in a dimension between life and death.

My feelings are whole in ways not of man, the universe mine, to explore beyond life.

The deepest and blackest of the vast oceans, I can breathe, with no need for air.

I feel no cold, yet see wind barren land, forever obscured by man's arrogant blight, his buildings, his structures or imprudent plans.

A desolate place of no human colour, I see forever, a monochrome hue, of blacks and greys, a similar blue, dark and slick yet quagmire, viscous, drawing me into its cherished embrace, making me part of its perfect contentment, adding my thoughts to its own very placement.

One within the land, yet still free to travel, deeper and deeper into its oceans, now part of me, as I am to it, yet Satan beside me, supporting my need to explore and discover, supporting my need to maintain unique feelings, not found within body of weak human flesh, traveling further and deeper than ever before, long past my belief of even return, taken from mind, my wife's adoration, no thought to my soul, of God's restoration, or people of Earth, all lost from elation.

I cared for nothing besides fallen Satan, so far away from God's book of creation, further and deeper, far beyond time,
even space disappeared, to finally see,
within Your very centre, a simple reflection,

of You, beside me.

Only a return to physical form allows human feelings of life on Earth's floor. I'm restored to my shivering body, ice-cold, out of sync, my life force unsettled though back from the brink. Not only have I changed through knowledge accrued, but Earth's motioned orbit, strange and askew.

The Earth is not how I left it, something is missing, the part that is missing, is missing from me. For I conscious being, I have not returned whole, most part left behind, my other world soul.

You gave me sight, my fallen Angel,
No longer constricted to simple organics, my vision sees through Earth's distracting mechanics.

You've changed me, in the deepest of ways,

You've changed me, everything is so very beautiful because of You, I see and feel, so deeply, a sound becomes physical, tangible, palpable, my sight, so deep, of vibrant hue, of energy, life force hidden from view, feelings, cascading, from souls in their passing, all knowing the truth of this world's fallen blessing, from taste as a texture, a scent or a feeling, its energy felt within mind for ingesting.

I now see the truth of beauty withheld, through all senses combined into vivid reality, no longer smothered. All that is left is to simply,

be.

Last night I was taken, in blood lust and raw,
To help replenish, wife's soul draining maw.
My blood, simple remedy, taking her jeopardy,
On well hewn path, to her satisfied rhapsody.

My heart is in pieces, I wonder to cope,
Of wife's endless needs, fulfilled at my throat.
My blood often drained, my very soul hurt,
It’s becoming less often, my mind can assert.

I’m trapped, beaten chained and stricken,
I cry every day, from neck being bitten.
I prayed to God, an act of repentance,
Wife cackled at plight, and uttered a sentence;

'Where is your God?'

'Where is your saviour in great time of need,
where is your Jesus to help you be freed?
He left and abandoned you, lost to our creed!'

Tears come anew, thoughts look within,
My doubts now arising, believing her sin.
Beyond all the pain and the biting and taunting,
This single great blow to my soul is most haunting.

Her words cast a shadow, her words start to seep,
A shadow on heart, and settle in deep.
Why does God leave me, with creatures from hell,
Unless he approves, of my soul at death's knell.

Despite the bites from wife's endeavour,
My wounds, the blood, now lost forever.
My broken heart, its barren blight,
My miserable thoughts of mind and its plight.

It isn't my wife I blame for soul hurting,
It isn't my wife I find disconcerting.
Despite her taunting, and endless beating,
Despite her temptations, and cruel way of speaking.

My bane isn't placed at feet of wife,
It's firmly based, within my own life.
For wife, I love her, heart and soul,
My bane is own failure, taken whole.

My endless refusal, accepting wife's gift,
Has left our union, broken, bereft.
My endless refusal, her love never earned,
I refuse to surrender, my will, and be turned.

For God is a mountain I can't overcome,
For I can hear heaven, beating its drum.
I’m locked forever in Christ’s bound halter,
And restrained from visiting, Satan's altar.

It’s breaking my heart on hearing wife’s cries,
She wishes to take me to Satan, as prize.
And every time I ready acceptance,
God comes to me and reminds of allegiance.

I'm lost dear Lord, in heartbroken purgatory,
Let me be free, I'll remember your true glory.
Cast me from your shore, and let me be turned,
For my wife is crestfallen, and I'm already burned.

Our hearts are now fading, time is now passing,
My soul needs her breath, my age now amassing.
My soul needs her turning, we've waited so long,
We're both slowly dying, in agonies song.

Two broken souls, one of light, one of dark,
I need wife's hidden world, not convenant's ark.
My need to accept, I'm no longer auxiliary,
I no longer deny, wife's heart and pained misery.

She's dying, dear Lord, without me by her side,
She will age and be lost, she chose me to provide.
I'm past return, just pass me by, my heart is crushed,
As fate apart, will turn our souls, to tears, in dust.

Dear God, let me go and trust in my soul,
It's need to grow love, is born in your role.
Let us now leave, to a land lost in sin,
To live in peace, with our truest of kin.

My wife is a temptress, enticing, indulging,
Reducing my morals, yet glans still are bulging.
Leading me through, needs without measure,
And leading by hand, to my hell sated pleasure.

My wife is of clan, pure blood and true,
Her kin indeed, are steeped in rue.
For lifetime of mine, I held onto pride,
Refusing to join, and trying to hide,

My will became weak, over many a year,
Desire much greater, than morals so dear.
My wife found and broke me, at weakness so low,
Her endowment of flesh, my final blow.

Whispering things, into my mind,
Into my heart, deceiving and blind.
So softly calm , so velvety warm,
Offered a turning, and welcomed a storm.

Last Thursday morn, my wife and I,
Travelled to meet, our clan eye to eye.
In time honoured fashion, needs must be met,
Both ours, and theirs, yet mine, still in dept.

In house of large measure, in unhallowed grounds,
Our indulgence in pleasure, knows simply no bounds.
My feelings were sorrow, my feelings resigned,
In thinking of God, left so far behind.

Travel was grim, despite my wife's pleasure,
In meeting our clan, all whores lost in leisure.
Yet who am I, to take moral high ground,
I am of the beast, as deep as the dammed.

Praying to God, not to forsake us,
Preying and begging, to help us, not break us.
My feelings turned to desolation,
For God in heaven,
Looking down, on immolation.

Forgive me I preyed, my tears came anew,
My heart became calmed by Him, overdue.
My wife sensed my heart, a long broken wreck,
My wife yet so subtle, breathed on my neck.

How easy I'm lost, how easy her gain,
To be swayed from my God, in this way yet again.
Her scent, God forbid, keeps me in chains,
To darken my black heart, and blood in its veins.

A door upon opening, a greeting untold,
Ignored as I rushed into yon hall of old.
My God now diminished, I looked to my role,
In a mirror to darkness reflected, my soul.

My wife now forgotten, my God, Jesus too,
I pushed past our clansmen, in favour of You.
My vision cared not of the blood, on the skin,
Or the people in chains on the floor, lost in sin,

I found by thy altar, my greatest of lovers,
I found by thy alter my dearest of brothers,
Embraced once again my Satan most proud,
Your servant, Your whore, Your carer, yet ploughed.

Let alone for such a time,
My time and Yours is most sublime.
Our peace was shared and made anew,
My mind and soul, and body too.

I ventured forth in hall to dine,
I took my place by wife, and wine.
Her mood most dark, her mood quite raw,
This beast unleashed, upon I saw ...

Her meal still living, giving and gleeful,
Her meal excited, naked, mischiefful,
Sweaty and laughing and happy to be,
My wife's dinner, one, of three.

Her drinking blood from that willing whore,
Is why our clan is steeped in lore.
There is no God within those walls,
Only Satan, clan, and winged hell calls.

My guilt had left my thoughts of mind,
I'd found my peace, within my kind.
Pleasures of Satan, pleasure of hell,
We're spoilt for choice, just ring the bell.

I took my place at wife's bare feet,
Last night was hers, in honour's meet.
Wife passed me to Elder by right way of choosing,
That night I was taken, in sexual bruising.

Chains placed on ankles, chains placed on wrists,
Shackled by neck, waist and chest, I was prone and adrift.
Hooded in leather, the smell of a woman, it's previous wearer,
Added my glans, it's biggest preparer.

My blood was drawn with barely a mark,
Hot warm and flowing, it reached a high arc,
I felt a tongue lick, long silky soft flicks,
On nipple, it teased, followed by lips.

A stroke to my chest, most feminine sigh,
Tracing a line, to my inner thigh.
Lingered on testes, both cupping and holding,
Then gently squeezing, and gently molding.

A breath on hard pride,
Woman's hair, brushed by side.
A familiar smell, of sweet fruit and lime,
Not wife but her sister, her equal, in time.

Only voice of wrath, from wife in command,
Did save me from climax, through fear and demand.
Arms circled my waist, feminine, braced,
Locked my chains, in rapid haste.

Followed by Elder rearing His glans,
At my naked form, my butt in his hands.
I'm taken through anal, wanted or not,
Last night I was, the most preferred slot.

Humility felt, my eyes downward cast,
Replaced by desire, from thrusting so fast.
My backside afire, no lube used at all,
Its hurting, and burning, and driving my sprawl.

I screamed in pain and resisted my chains,
This met with laughter, he tightened my reins,

My helpless form, in regions uncharted,
When you were finished, I'd long since departed.
My mind blown apart,
My pain off the chart.

I woke up in bed, felt ever so good,
My eyes had been opened, renewed from Your blood.
It's often enough, when you're seen the dark,
It's often enough, when you have the mark.

Lust and desire of Satan so true,
There's no turning back, from blood born in rue.
A pact made anew, a strength given too,
My power replenished, beyond the blood due.

These words a mere shadow,
Of pleasures that spawned them.
They're all I have left,
From our night with our kinsmen.

My wife and her sister, my bane and my strife,
They fight over me, my body and life.
I'm merely the wood, to either their awl,
And pulled one to the other, as rope between all.

My say has no meaning, my choices redundant,
My thoughts on the matter, no use most recumbent.
I'm taken not forced, used in ways of not kings,
My body and mind simply toys, or playthings.

Yet love does not bring, peace to my mind,
I wish not to be shared, married wife not her kind.
Her sister most beautiful, truly most stunning,
An angel, true angel, yet heart of the cunning.
Enticing, convincing, agreed by my wife,
That carnal desire is simply our life.

Never to find, peace in our home,
Both wife and her sister, endlessly roam.
Restless, unsated, unable to sit,
Their pleasure is felt, beating me with a stick.

Forever tormented, I'm never alone,
Nor truly I wish it, desire is known.
My life as a pawn, in their conquest of man,
A simple chess piece, moved from God to Satan.

Yet here I complain, of life such as ours,
Sometimes I need, rest a few hours.
I'm human, hence tired, I'm frail and weak,
I cannot meet, their satanic spawned feats.
Not even for seconds, minutes refined,
To resist them is pointless, and such waste of time.

Despite solemn love, it's held within trinity,
My soul is not spared, its Holy virginity.
And times in our cellar are vicious and cold,
And often my heart left broken, untold.

I'm naked quite helpless, vulnerable, prone,
And taunted by demons, their wish to dethrone.
Of losing my God, my Jesus, my saviour,
And placing my soul, with love, upon Lucifer.

My greatest fear, yet strongest desire,
Combined together, confusion, most dire.
These feelings abused, by sisters demands,
To give up my Jesus, through endless commands;

"Give us your will, your mind's human fallacy,
Ask, nay beg us,
To bite you and turn you,
Ask, ney beg us,
We give you our legacy."

Shackles and chains strained against gift,
Strength useless, pitiful, weak and bereft.
While anchored to wall,
Their mocking cruel laughter most accursed of all.

Their beautiful scent, sweet fruit and lime,
A delicate fragrance, told will to lose mind.
Teeth lingered on throat, gripped desperately tight,
Yet can't take my soul, until I give right.

Despite temptation, at sisters haste,
To take me to Satan, beaten, blooded and abased.
I'm yet to surrender my soul or my will,
I'm yet to pay that final bill.

I cannot utter that final betrayal,
I cannot wound one, so mighty, yet frail.
Clansmen, wife, Satan himself, all await my final tithe,
To turn my back, and shun Lord God on high.

I loved my wife before she knew my existence,
I felt she was there, always there, out of reach,
So painfully sharp and bitterly harsh,
Invading my dreams, pervading my sleep.
A shadow, a phantom, a symbol of love,
Awaiting my heart, awaiting my soul,
Awaiting my mind to give up resistance.

A jagged sting, a cut, uncovered,
I yearned in painful need,
To touch, to feel,
To know, that sadness, true,
So deep of soul and great of love.

Beyond this life, it's miserable ways,
Beyond thy God, his infinite days,
Beyond this small damn world and its barren haze,
And its pointless role in destroying my soul,
I wanted to feel, truly feel,
Such a love to take my heart,
Even at cost of destroying me whole.

I was lost, no man or woman satisfy,
Their empty souls, their shallow lies,
My need to give, to share a hope,
To show a life, beyond their scope,
To show the truth, of mans content,
To show the way, to true portent.

More than life could return,
Even God could not hand,
My need to complete,
Myself though my stand.

I knew they would find me,
My wife and her kind,
In ways always with me,
I felt them through mind,
A whisper, a glance while going through motion,
Of being of heart, in the Christian notion.

I knew they were watching, waiting, elated,
To offer a home, to a soul in commotion,
Not rushing or pushing, yet guiding my path,
Led to their doorway, a place known as wrath,
Not of Devil or kin, but of God and his due,
Upon finding me lost, to Satan's review.

Trying to write of clan on this night,
My wife, my beloved,
I think only of you,
To remember your sorrow,
I remember your pain,
Cemented within,
Gods holy reign.

Why must this be, I prey God lauded high,
To banish our love, to hide us from eyes,
To state we are dirty, evil, and sated,
To damn us and rue us, and make us your hated.

My wife is of love, pure blooded from cot,
Which creature she is, should matter you not,
For what is a soul, without true compassion
And what of your soul,
Lost from love without ration,
Left wondering why we have fallen from grace,
When the truth is in love, of our need, of our race.

We are not lost to you, thy father of Jew,
You have been lost, because of your rue,
For not understanding, the need of the flesh,
For not understanding, the strength of pure love,
For not understanding, our need of unrest.

The cruellest thing, God ever did,
Was give man love, to make him bid,
To bond another, very close,
To take them with you, throughout life,
Forever knowing, they will die,
Within your arms, within your cries,
To watch them wither, at your eyes,

To watch them leave, your very side.

I dread your death, my true beloved,
I dread to think, this life alone,
There is no other, for me now,
My heart is yours, to you, I bow.

To wander this earth, without you, I find,
Is too much to ask,
Of my heart and my mind.

I love you beloved, as a child needs a mother,
I love you beloved, as a man needs his lover.
I cannot be without you, I cannot face a life from your gaze,
My heart would be twisted, ripped, broken and caved.

My mind forever tortured in seeing your face,
Once more, just once more,
To look in your eyes, so beautiful, dark,
To see you smile, your teeth, that marked,
Not only my body, my neck and its veins,
Also my soul, where your love, always reigns.

This my beloved, is why God always loses,
He can't comprehend of true love or its uses,
A mind is not born into faith of thy Jew,
A mind is most born into hate of one's rue.

To love one another, is all that matters,
Not God or Christ, or this world in tatters.
Beyond any deed, life or death knell,
Not heaven, nor God, or time itself,
Will ever extinguish, true love born in hell.