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Two Beautiful Suicides (Tyler Hebert-Sunset, LA)

Two hearts that beat for guidance.  
no longer grieved for acceptance.  

forced to live in a stone paved society.  
They convinced themselves to deprive humanity.  

As one they would protest;  an unforgiving action.  
Their hearts gave into a solitude arrest and forgave religion.  

They wore the father in honor for all who judged.  
The  holy ghost that sailed their blood was smudged.  

They drowned together by bricks created from shame.  
For their innocent male to male love was to blame.  

They were accused of false love;  A degraded sexuality.  
Ignored screams of their lifestyle; A haunted fatality.  

Their once angelic souls, tonight, turned vile.  
Their tears praised each others reflection in denial.  

The vessel that once stored their pride was being set free.  
In the wind they lifted with ghostly beautified imagery.  

The moon witnessed this night compiled with sin.  
The stars covered them like a sheet as they gave in.  

The ground beneath them honored their existence.  
It manifested into a permanent bed; Two simple coffins.  

Together they were hand in hand; Their blood dry.  
Found motionless gazing at each other;  A silent cry.  

Surrounded them were burned crosses struck by death.  
The tormented truth of disgrace caused this last breath.  

The wolves howls echo daily for the murder that night.  
Their innocent lives became paper that drifted in flight.  

Pointed fingers became a case of cold stained guilt.  
A sacrifice for eternal love sailed the oceans like a wilt.  

Faith brought them together, but love set them free.  
These two beautiful suicides will forever inspire me.  

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