A Romantic Poem of a Cruel Lover by The Cruel's Lover

If treason is my wine Than I shall drink it Because I will not part take in your conceited royalties. But if you are my friend Than we shall go lay on a beach And enjoy it's impurities If loving you is sin Then I will dance with the devil And impure deities And if dying with you is my fate Then so be it that I die in your selfish arms Because my heart enjoys it's romantic cruelities

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