When the crooked world demands a side, and faith is lost, and truths are lied, above the fracture, past despair— the perfect pair shall rise from air.
One bears the flame, one holds the key, two halves of one identity. Not forged by blood, but by the test— together, they are at their best. perfect pair shall rise
In the silence before the storm, where echoes split and shadows swarm, a bond unbroken, a vow they share— the perfect pair shall rise from there. When the crooked world demands a side, and