Title:  Just a Confession

Author:   dante1208
Category:   Spiritual
Keywords:  Sadness; Spiritual

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The atmosphere becomes red when,

I breathe the fragrance,

Of unlawful souls;



Never my body will be the sacrifice,

Of an ungrateful lamb;



Never a tear will be wept,

To appease a thorny rose;



It is said that,

The Glory of Dawn has arisen,

To lift up the spirits,



Whereas the faithful have reached,

Their place,

Among the Chosen One;



In which I'll never dance,

On broken ceiling,

Unless the trees give,

Their last screaming,

Among this town;



I will unsheathe my sword when,

Mocking specters separate,

Madness from Love;



Even between a virtue,

And a weakness;



A temple is willing,

To be born and grow,

Among the sadness.









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