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The night of eons rained upon us,

As we became swept into its majesty,

The light of the epic scenery reflected off her pale complexion,

Such riveting beauty and integrity as I gazed,

Full heartedly knowing this was my love,

Yet it was never meant to be in this fashion,



The reaper it seemed, was never far behind,

Love is fragile and an impossibility,

A shameful wish that humanity had created,

To give the pawns hope for more in life,

A devout sense of immortality,

A direction to face when one wished to not care,



Drowned in the waters of instability,

Our kind is flagrant and irrational,

The thought of jealousy and contemporary,

This poison feeds off of love and lust,

As we grow ill minded and weak thoughtful,

Violent tendencies eat at our essence,

As a leech would feed upon a victim's blood,



This unholy matrimony made in a cemetery,

This ripping and gnawing sensation at your chest,

This condescending action of hostility,

This enigma builds around the structure of existence,

This instability of thought, feeling, and longing,

This sensational appetite for lust and glory,



All of these items of life, evil remains the strongest,

The cold-hearted desire to be as evil as sin,

Sin knows only age, as we also do,

We were destined to be a couple,

As we are to this very day, in love,

Every day, hating, convicting, and condemning,

Not only each other but ourselves,



We continue the march backward,

Reliving all those who have seen before us,

Never evolving, or growing wiser,

Always failing and inventing,

New ways to eradicate ourselves