Assassins, all my life I’ve known,
My closest friends in the entire world,Symbiosis-Until
An assignment, accepted,Mars the fabric on which we move
Soil stirring rifts,
Between thorns and roots,What a predicament!
Parentally extending love to bothLeaves raft away from reach,
Each breath I take, it consumes me moreYet I refuse deflation,
As long as my mind tells me there could be a chance for more
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