He stares longingly at the girl.
Heart full of desire,
Eyes full of sorrow.
Something which he wants but cannot have.
A feeling which he is familiar with.
A suffering that is inescapable.
For he is one that cannot be loved.
A sinner,
One who has committed blasphemy.
Now pays his price,
A curse by god.
"You look down on my love, you dismiss their feelings just because you have lost yours. I will not stand for this utter challenge of pride. Continue to suffer as you have done, and this suffering will never be relieved as long as I have my pride."
The pride of god, utterly strong. Burning through any sea of despair, Lighting any corner of darkness. Something which the pride of the devil cannot surmount to.
Saying those words that will convey my feelings, will cause naught but hurt. Naught but pain. Naught but sorrow. For the answer will always be the same. This feeling cannot be reciprocated. For it is God's curse.
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