aren't we just the perfect prophets we both knew us to be? realized this dream which lived its course, as if we did not foresee? and they followed through with our truest premonitions, casting us without grace into a sea of absolute admonitions. but who are we to doubt the consequences therein, huddled amongst ourselves in a mass, a bundle of the basest sin? i will take in all the blame and admit to loving you... in shame. but honoured by the purest breath and heightened, lengthened and taken a breadth. with you, through you, under you, beside myself i am who He brought me to be in you. for this to only you be true.