Seven hundred times

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A story of an innocent murder I shall reveal,
a tale of a woman that never dies,
and a lover that opened the doors of paradise,
laid pearls and golden doors,

I braced the impossible,
the seven skies and what it holds,
a golden empire I furnished to you,
the moon and the stars,
heavens and its endowed colours,

A story of an innocent murder I shall reveal,
today, I'll burry you underneath;
the soils of my golden empire,
and watch demons strive;
to your funeral,

Who crowned you a Queen,
but my innocent love???,
Today, is the day I'll release you,
from the prison of my mind,

Seven hundred times I stabbed you,
though I was killing no one but myself,
till I realized you are a woman that never dies,
Seven hundred times, Ohh how shall I reveal??

Nothing but my hatred that loves you,
leave O'darling leave!
before I burn you with my heavens,
no space is left for you,
but a prison in the depth of my mind.
 

 

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