A kingdom divided falls
like sand castle
trampled by men
or surged by currents
You cannot serve to masters
hating one
and loving the other
vice versa
I've heard both
the arguments
presented to me
the details are clearly blurred
Both are legitimate
cases facing one another
conflicting agendas
are a nasty demise
The fun, exciting now
The ideal, picture perfect future
but which choose
as the cases face me and their respectful opposite
Oh goodness
What mess on my hands
do I have
to scrub clean
Playing the cards
knowing the effects
of each laid
face and number
A lifelong knowledge
should secure
my choice
and my initial avoidance
Of my personal
divorce between me and my other half
but yet I pin myself against yet another
division within
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