The threads unwinding.


The two threads that were bound,
Now are broken in two completely,
After six hard years of struggle,
They were unwoven but not in everything.

Up in an immortal sky the creator weeps,
Something that was meant to reflect,
The body of his only begotten son,
Now has been shred to pieces.

I can do anything he says quietly,
I created these two threads to thrive,
I can change their weaving totally,
I need them to trust in my sacrifice.

This story goes on in a world full of sin,
Downright despondent depressed ones,
Give up hope and trust in emotions,
And the all mighty hates their actions.