Love; doom
And for you I sinned;
Again and again,
For this love has painted my heart,
And governed my soul.
For you I live.
For you I breathe.
For you I exist.
I took their hand as they lead me to my doom,
Oh Mighty! Fire has never been prettier,
And my body has never been blessed more.
Meena
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