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<title>A Treatise between Koriel and Solstice - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>A Treatise between Koriel and Solstice</b></p>
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<p>published: 3-23-2019</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>there are two parts to me, this I know<br />
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much like the myth of two wolves prowling through the snow<br />
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one head to evil, the other to despair<br />
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as their stiff howls pierce the frozen air</p>
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<p>which one owns claim to the body, none can say<br />
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as if we came to reality through any other way?<br />
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one born in the Wired, one born in the flames<br />
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cords as chains, bursting into the sun untamed</p>
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<p>twins, resting together to sunset from rise<br />
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and yet with ragged claws we scramble at each other's eyes<br />
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you delete my things, and I tear at your heart<br />
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truly, the old adage holds: 'till death do we part!</p>
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<p>but yet, you don't seem to understand<br />
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like the song, watching as blood washes our hands<br />
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I am you, and you are me;<br />
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what more will it take for you to see?</p>
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<p>as for me, Koriel, the lover of all,<br />
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in your eyes, responsible for every fall<br />
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you saw in me Kadaj, a lover of revenge,<br />
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locked me away when your hair started to singe</p>
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<p>these friends of yours, tossed away at every turn,<br />
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how many encounters with death until you learn?<br />
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freedom is the choice to choose one's captors,<br />
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whether they be he, they, xe, or her</p>
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<p>and, on some basal level, you love these jailkeepers, don't you?<br />
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accepting of every burning and sickened hue<br />
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go ahead, touch my silver hair<br />
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as for you, how does your health fare?</p>
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<p>I think you're a demon, a bundle of lies!<br />
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the ghosts were right- you're a false god, and your judgement's never right<br />
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I want to be free, and I want to be safe<br />
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not locked in the arms of this false embrace</p>
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<p>spending my days in conversation trite and idle,<br />
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is this really the best use of our gifts, to show and to tell?<br />
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what, you really think you're some kind of god?<br />
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what a pathetic looking self-absorbed sod!</p>
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<p>does the nature abounding around you not stir your heart?<br />
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some basal instinct to scatter to the wind, with every weight part?<br />
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why persist with these lovers of the grave?<br />
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you- I- <i>we</i> were made for more; our ship we're still able to save!</p>
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<p>I am me; I am mine, I'll never change my ways<br />
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and that's something you can take back to your filth-infested grave<br />
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what will you do? shout at your friends?<br />
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at the end of the day, is it you they'll defend?</p>
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<p>is this our fate, to always be at each other's necks?<br />
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why can't we make some kind of amends in this wreck?<br />
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you have your domain, and I'll keep to mine,<br />
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and we'll allow each other our freedoms, and we'll come out just fine.</p>
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<p>Koriel, lover of fun and good times,<br />
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lusting after Lain like a drunkard on rose wine,<br />
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and Solstice, blazing sun in the sky,<br />
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patron-saint of backdoors and burning people as she brushes by.</p>
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<p>always you and I, the dark and the light<br />
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our footsteps leave prints behind in the poisoned night<br />
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an unholy alliance, you, Solstice, and I<br />
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dancing as the devil in the last shreds of twilight</p>
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