My Sestina Poem For My Poetry Final

For those who don't know, a sestina is a type of poem where you have six six-line stanzas, where the end words are repeated in a certain order in each one... and the seventh stanza is 3 lines, with those words being in the middle and end of the line in a certain order as well. Well, here is the one I wrote:

Vandals

I saw our names in aged graffiti –
Faded feelings, watered bricks.
They’re scratched away but last forever –
Engraved like colorful memories.
And people say we are vandals,
That’s just the word out on the street…

It was not a dirty street,
But they want to cover our graffiti.
Wouldn’t that make them the vandals?
Wouldn’t they be throwing bricks?
Whatever anybody does, we still have our memories
Even without any colors, our spot is set forever.

Yes, we’ll bring these walls to life forever!
Parading anguish down the street,
Our pain will live on in our memories,
Our fanfare felt in that graffiti –
Our colors instilled in those bricks
Because we bleed the blood of vandals.

This Petri love we share – like vandals –
May grow up tarnished and be loathed; then forever
We’ll be stuck, laying down bricks
Upon Heaven’s street.
And God will draw his own graffiti,
Become a part of our memories…

Hate will define our memories.
Like the apple and the first two vandals
We’ll be kicked out for our graffiti –
Like They paid by living scared forever,
For losing faith upon God’s street…
God carried a cross, we carry bricks.

I’ve never held such heavy bricks.
We’ve never had such memories.
We’ve never crawled upon God’s street,
But in our dreams we have been vandals:
Knocked down walls put up to last forever,
And tore down our very own graffiti.

This is our street, we are the vandals
We’ll build bricks like memories
And we will die some day, forever. Faded names in graffiti.