Hand in hand they walk the line
Against time.
Mind in mind.
Lowbloods die and highbloods lead...
Though they need...
To take a breathe.
Blood and sun mix as one.
Bees that stung
And crabs that wrung.
Faith prevails, power fails.
Warm blooded males
Shall prevail.
Pity shall never cause an end.
Never end.
There is not end...to a pity like that.
-To Sollux and Karkat (SolKat)