Mortals suffer for they hate the ones who opppse them.
Immortals grow stronger for they love their opposer.

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That day, time slowed down for once in an eternity
When the moment of glory turned into
one that of guilt
The light could not escape my dark,
black-hole eyes
Wherever I move, all the lovely flowers began to wilt.
But she , who had a universe spinning
around her waist
And blooming flowers sighing happily on her wings,
Filled my void with something beautiful, yet vulnerable
And soon my autumns got the chance to greet her springs.
She always said, "If we define infinity, what defines us?"
But I know, for sure, that with my every void, she , adds meaning
She is the matter for whom even all
my black holes are definite.

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Dear Ankh,

The cosmos fears my name, but it worships you. They associate you with something positive and celebrate your arrival. But they don't know- you have powers greater than I possess. Destruction is easy, creation takes million of years. I feel finite only in your arms, someone who is more than a force, an infinte undefinable force. You make me feel as if I matter.

They don't see you evolving things, but I have. I always do. You have galaxies spinning around your curves, stars being born in your eyes and dying at the ends of your hair. I see the matter in your body, the anti-matter in your soul and the dark matter in your mind. You are infinitely greater than what I understand and comprehend. The very thought makes me fall in love with your existence.

Come, take my hand, and let me explore you, let me admire you, let me fear you. Take me to great sunshine and untame my deadly mind.

Your lover,
Duat.

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She came with all her storms and all her grandeur
Took my darkness in her arms and I was finally home
In the warzone, I found realities mixing with infinties
Neither heaven or hell is the place
is where we roam.
Without hesitation, we follow each other's footsteps
I take life with a whisper, she creates one in scream
Creation and destruction go hand in hand, in reality
Broken or healed, old or young, we are the final dream.
They say the greatest lovers are the ones who love
Through infinte time and space, like
Romeo and Juliet
But the ones who know about eternities and singularities
Worship Life and Death, for their love, is one not to forget .

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"She was infinte happiness. He was
infinte sadness,
But to exist, humans have both joy
and sorrow.
So, we are finite,and they infinte."