It, if condemned, shall not
shall never debunk
shall never reveal
that the doubts of one
and the acts of he
are fire and water
where opposites are sought to be
but the stance on the stiff underneath
is but an intersection
is but an intertwining beat
is but a perpetually ephemeral flee
apart, the fusion of the two to seek
Or dare I wonder
that hell and heaven will someday meet?
Or dare I wander
down the slopes claiming the treat
of what both have always wanted
of what both have always dreamed
of what once was a statement apart
of what then so we are to deem
So dare the devils within
frolic again
to fulfill an ought to be destiny?
Maybe it's not for us
but for the poles to part again
to someday their past repeat?
I honestly don't even know
Maybe I'll never do
Maybe it's or not meant to be
