"if thy hand or thy foot offend thee, cut them off and cast them from thee...
...it is better for thee to enter into life halt or maimed, rather than...to be cast into the everlasting fire..."
i do not feel this way.
if gloating and pure happiness be thy only sin, then take thy heart and thy voice, but not him.
not Him.
without a heart, in death i shall be happy for the mere sight of him is more beautiful than any sceneary or rainbow thee can bring me.
without a voice, in my mind i shall shout glorious things for his own sound makes my knees grow weak and my breathing at a stop.
for now- and what i hope to be forever- he is my moon, stars, and night sky. his hair like raven and skin like milk. eyes so brown they appear red and pierce my human body till there is nothing left, but what i want him to see.
if your offended by alll of me, then take my body. his caress can bring me back to life. his lips breath new air into my lungs and like magic i am alive again.
O Angel Of Mine.
He too is a sinner, a victim of his infactuation. But still, so sweet, so kind, so lovely in more than just his visage.
O Sweet Sacchurine...
I love him. And he me. There is no lust, only desire and if that is wrong cast both our wrongs into the hellfire.
It is better to enter life without desire and love than not enter at all and be with him.
...it is better for thee to enter into life halt or maimed, rather than...to be cast into the everlasting fire..."
i do not feel this way.
if gloating and pure happiness be thy only sin, then take thy heart and thy voice, but not him.
not Him.
without a heart, in death i shall be happy for the mere sight of him is more beautiful than any sceneary or rainbow thee can bring me.
without a voice, in my mind i shall shout glorious things for his own sound makes my knees grow weak and my breathing at a stop.
for now- and what i hope to be forever- he is my moon, stars, and night sky. his hair like raven and skin like milk. eyes so brown they appear red and pierce my human body till there is nothing left, but what i want him to see.
if your offended by alll of me, then take my body. his caress can bring me back to life. his lips breath new air into my lungs and like magic i am alive again.
O Angel Of Mine.
He too is a sinner, a victim of his infactuation. But still, so sweet, so kind, so lovely in more than just his visage.
O Sweet Sacchurine...
I love him. And he me. There is no lust, only desire and if that is wrong cast both our wrongs into the hellfire.
It is better to enter life without desire and love than not enter at all and be with him.
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Cool! You made me a Demon!
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aww....you make me blush....
i wuv u!
~Ed Cunningham