2012-01-23 Mon 10:23
Let the unforgiving sin engrave upon our resisting hearts
the cross that was sharpened by love
As we reached out our hands towards
those forbidden fruits the angels scattered, our sword lost its way
What can we do? Is that justice?
This crossing complication
The conflict of seven colours pierced through history
If the destined despair is to be a sin,
just how would God explain this pain?
Touching those burnt, fallen wings as it continues to struggle,
my destiny with you sheds its tears
Hiding your weakness, those normal days which seem to be invisible
were called the trials of false accusations and death struggles
The love that inherits a life that is ending
is a world that decidedly does not end,
though its requiem of resignation is filled with sadness
If that which we seek and protect is a sin,
then I will freely offer up this body of mine
Cut up my heart which creaks in attachment,
my destiny which begins to walk with you again
If what our living dream is chasing after is a sin,
then let us exceed the fate which God had decided for us
Until the day the door of truth is opened,
the love that changed the cross into a sword is our destiny
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