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Even though I know that its a sweet trap, without resisting the
curiosity of temptation
The curse binds me tight enough to be able to yearn for it
Enchanted by the fruit of love
will obey it
Even if Im to desire the darkness of silence, will I present it?
And my purest thoughts degrade into a tender yet cruel puppet
Even though its a sin that melts into a pretense-like illusion,
its beloved
Even if its filled to the point of mingling together, itll seem
to disappear
Connected by bodies of love
Setting fires of parting to all of my pasts is also obeying it
That which flows from my lost eyes faintly stains my soiled chest
And my purest thoughts tenderly and cruelly scorch my body
If the darkness of annihilation is to be my desire, then my hands
will obey it
Even if Im to desire the darkness of silence, will I present it?
And my purest thoughts degrade into a tender yet cruel puppet