Not all lines go straight
As they turn their twisted turns
Mistakes are made to not repeat
When the sun goes up it will go down as well
All lines end somewhere
After all those wrinkles
All those hardships that followed the start
Red met black, where tears fell down
Our lifelines are twisted
They are constricted in each other
They will follow each other
Until one makes the other cease to exist
My line was drawn to erase yours
Your line was drawn to be erased by mine
All lines have a beginning and an end
But they can twist an wrinkle on their way to the end
But every line will end somewhere
Keep that in mind, Itachi