They're Sam and Dean
Sewn hearts at the seams
They're like ashes and dust
Inseparable to the very last
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Yin and yang, dark and light
Full of spirit and full of fight
The clever and softhearted
The sassy and hardbounded
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They enjoy and have fun
Laughter ringing in the air
They suffer, lose, and run
Screams painted in despair
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Their trust has been tested
Their hope has been broken
Rocky waters lost and bested
Ships crashed into the ocean
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But when the end's already coming
And the final fire has been igniting
At the core of the anarchy blazing
The brothers lay together waiting.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
