Reams of papers, covered in darkling texts,
they scream. Two people bound by matrimony,
divided by ten thousand going to war - how long
until one will become half by this equation?
When will we have to stop tearing away -
lightening flashes and tricks of the trade -
to give us symmetry?
In a ruthless search for the intersection point, we sketch
symbols out for imaginary [truths], a sign
for infinity, for the forever we holler at,
demanding decimal needs.
Calculations equal out to zero,
humankind is sin.
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I'd have to agree with Chevy, though I thought that this was pretty well written. ^_^
Reams of papers, covered in darkling texts,
they scream.
Shouldn't there have been a semi-colon after "texts?"
Compared to some of your other recent works, I would have to say I don't think this is one of your best. It didn't seem to flow very well up until "In a ruthless search..." Perhaps you should consider taking out some of the line breaks.