Loving was a sin since ancient beginnings,
Everything has all but worsened in time.
It is a game though with no winnings,
How is it not classified as a crime?
Loving is a sin, a definite fact;
Sacred feelings, undeniable hearts.
They're all but a delusional impact,
Actually, it is when everything parts.
Loving is a sin, how is it not clear?
Good and evil, you can no longer tell,
Those who fall in its curse will disappear,
Be doomed and vanish in the pits of hell.
To be loved is to be cruelly hated,
To know fear now is far too belated.
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