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The tongues of the opposites

Preach the words of the undoing

One in time for the purification

And another to preserve in battle



One holds the key to life

She brings the mountains and the trees

And on the other side

A man who can only summon the end



Upon the lesser warriors

A gift of the elements is bestowed

The lightning and the fire

The rain and the shadows



And you may thank a blood lust

For the unholy spree that takes place

For these elements clash

And the opposite powers spectate



Until much land is broken

And no words or action

Can make them return



The opposites gaze at one another

Trading a silent vow

And quickly rush to their struggling allies



Upon one side

The mountains rise, blocking their path

Upon the next

Destruction showers, beating them to submission



The war is over

And it was all for nothing

We look upon the anti-heroes now



We see the gifts

Of creation and demolition

Sharing a passionate kiss



For at times

Exact opposites

Create perfect chemistry

For true love.



How beautiful is the irony...



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