I meet you by fate.
It intended to be destiny.
A sacred trinity.
Our passion, love, far exceeds,
But is not meant to be.
The storm in our souls,
Is about to erupt, our generation.
Corrupt, yes...
There is no passion, love, or chivalry,
That is the travesty,
I cry with tears in my eyes,
And pray, lets give into temptation,
And be more then friends.

~Fox~
 
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