The rose and the thorn
Bounded in seed,
Both promises
Light and shade.
The self-same
Stem occupy;
One defensive,
Primed, sharp,
The other soft,
Budding beauty,
The blushing top
Of prickled and
Guarded stalk.
We exist as a
Necessity, an
Imperative that
Nature's decree
Insists upon: We
Are evolution
Perfected, the
Cynosure of life:
A tale of good
And evil in one.
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