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Parallel
look forward in awe
not backward in anger,
make that double-take on our dual doppelganger,
and with both tongues immortalise
and with each hand dichotomise
the thought, the word, the glittering prize
a duel of twins, a dangerous game,
though ripped apart we yet remain
with twisted lies to split our sin
like lost stars locked in fatal spin
the schisms in this two-tone voice
are echoes of our schizoid choice:
to take the one-way parallel
which beams to heaven or to hell
- the same old place, though we can't tell
not backward in anger,
make that double-take on our dual doppelganger,
and with both tongues immortalise
and with each hand dichotomise
the thought, the word, the glittering prize
a duel of twins, a dangerous game,
though ripped apart we yet remain
with twisted lies to split our sin
like lost stars locked in fatal spin
the schisms in this two-tone voice
are echoes of our schizoid choice:
to take the one-way parallel
which beams to heaven or to hell
- the same old place, though we can't tell
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