Yet, there’s a land without hate and spite,
Without decay, where beasts with knotted manes
Grow into humans. And the love brings light
That strengthens couples, as the darkness wanes.
Here, different creatures soon become the same,
Instead of prison, here, they find salvation.
Two gazes merge as one and have one aim,
Their only lethal wound is separation.
And in this fusion, there’s no wasted time,
And light shines brighter if their love’s sublime.
PART III. Hell (7)
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