I died through the night for a heinous crime I committed...
I know it's in the name of love that I was brought to justice...
However smooth justice was metted, it's almost suicidal...
It's folly that clouded my senses...
It's familiarity that bred contempt...
I'm ashamed that I wasn't practicing what I had been preaching...
The sinful guilt led me to my grave...
The smite came in swift blows...
I bowed in repent and fear of losing...
Death mocked in gleeful pleasure at my beaten self...
My soul seeped out with every tear that dropped...
I died through the night...
After the smite, grace came on angel's wings...
It's also love that brought it to me...
It's a blessing for I know truth, love and honesty held us together...
For good or for bad, I know my citadel is never beyond reach...
I will revive and we will love stronger than ever...
Muchas Gracias Mi Amor....
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