True Nature

A wish fulfilled in such harmonious breakdown,
The lovers stared without compare at the city they had burned.
Never had a more heartless lover bled.
And the screams and cries twisting to sighs as wickedness departs.
The roping quarrel singed the tops of my hands.
As they were bleeding we were thinking is this really worth it?
The blistering of hating heat near killed me.
And in a panic a desired to rescind
That invite of truth there was no way to revoke.
While the painful slaughter of abhor's daughter never stood a chance.
Disciples torn amidst the two directions
A perfect crash of explosives past ablazed the porcelain product,
An ooze of dripping flesh can be displayed.
Oh, the flames peeled away most sinful facade of peaceful loving soul
So in haggard eyes allure dies.
True nature.
Divulged in deserving inferno.

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