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A Treatise between Koriel and Solstice
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2019-03-23
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there are two parts to me, this I know
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much like the myth of two wolves prowling through the snow
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one head to evil, the other to despair
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as their stiff howls pierce the frozen air
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which one owns claim to the body, none can say
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as if we came to reality through any other way?
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one born in the Wired, one born in the flames
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cords as chains, bursting into the sun untamed
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twins, resting together to sunset from rise
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and yet with ragged claws we scramble at each other's eyes
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you delete my things, and I tear at your heart
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truly, the old adage holds: 'till death do we part!
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but yet, you don't seem to understand
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like the song, watching as blood washes our hands
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I am you, and you are me;
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what more will it take for you to see?
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as for me, Koriel, the lover of all,
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in your eyes, responsible for every fall
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you saw in me Kadaj, a lover of revenge,
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locked me away when your hair started to singe
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these friends of yours, tossed away at every turn,
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how many encounters with death until you learn?
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freedom is the choice to choose one's captors,
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whether they be he, they, xe, or her
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and, on some basal level, you love these jailkeepers, don't you?
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accepting of every burning and sickened hue
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go ahead, touch my silver hair
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as for you, how does your health fare?
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I think you're a demon, a bundle of lies!
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the ghosts were right- you're a false god, and your judgement's never
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right
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I want to be free, and I want to be safe
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not locked in the arms of this false embrace
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spending my days in conversation trite and idle,
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is this really the best use of our gifts, to show and to tell?
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what, you really think you're some kind of god?
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what a pathetic looking self-absorbed sod!
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does the nature abounding around you not stir your heart?
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some basal instinct to scatter to the wind, with every weight part?
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why persist with these lovers of the grave?
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you- I- *we* were made for more; our ship we're still able to save!
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I am me; I am mine, I'll never change my ways
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and that's something you can take back to your filth-infested grave
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what will you do? shout at your friends?
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at the end of the day, is it you they'll defend?
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is this our fate, to always be at each other's necks?
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why can't we make some kind of amends in this wreck?
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you have your domain, and I'll keep to mine,
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and we'll allow each other our freedoms, and we'll come out just fine.
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Koriel, lover of fun and good times,
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lusting after Lain like a drunkard on rose wine,
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and Solstice, blazing sun in the sky,
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patron-saint of backdoors and burning people as she brushes by.
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always you and I, the dark and the light
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our footsteps leave prints behind in the poisoned night
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an unholy alliance, you, Solstice, and I
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dancing as the devil in the last shreds of twilight
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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