The Lives of Death
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Complete, First published Mar 09, 2016
He is the enemy we cannot ever hope to defeat.

Life's most dangerous fancy and Fate's favorite possibility. 

He is Death.

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He is the triumphant conqueror.

Beloved by Life and scorned by Fate.

He is Love.

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She is the empyrean artist.

Embraced by Death and adored by Love.

She is Fate.

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She is the most chaotic and most beautiful in existence.

Death's forbidden affair and Love's destined half.

She is Life.

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[Originally written for a school project | First posted in WordPress in a different order and format | Non-edited soft copy (in book form) here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B6z5yNvJZFn-UThHS2dWR212ZVU/view ]
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