Rope

May 23, 2011 01:43

You got hope, and I got hope,
One for both - a golden rope.
Keeping parts from total break,
Beating hearts from lethal ache.

You got mine and I got none,
Stole my truth, forever gone,
Hear me, Love, I’ll you find soon
And my loss shall be your doom.

(Will be/Beeing) Hanged on (the) tree of life
Shine, my Love, my sacred wife.
I have none and you got hope,
Die for both in stolen rope.

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