Hold it together, Birds of a feather

A love so damned should never have existed. It should be dead, withered up and decayed, before it even had the chance to bloom. A love so strange should be shunned, even by the bearers of such blasphemous feelings.

Nothing but Lies and Crooked wings

A passion so intense should not exist either. It should swelter and die beneath the burden of it's own heat, melting and scalding itself into nothingness, before it could erupt or spread. A passion so deep should drown all those who swim in it's vast waters, making it so that this sin is their last.

I have the answer, Spreading the cancer

A relationship bound by such twisted, entangled threads should be cut apart by the Fates, severed until not even a tiny fiber is left connected. It should've become so knotted and tight that it strangled it's own life from those treacherous lungs. A relationship like that should die of brutal agony, to show the sinners the mistakes they must not make.

You are the Faith inside me

An infatuation so strong is ungodly, unholy in such a way that the persons whom find themselves so longing should be cast straight into the fiery vault without so much as a glance from our Saviour. An infatuation so strong is too unworthy for the judgement given by the eyes of our Lord.