Private Unification Theory Poem by Dead Beat Poet

When two brains collide,
things don't at all add up.
Your lust turned and cried,
please boil me a soft cup.

The random doubts of mine,
uncertainties of yours arise.
To twist our strings like twine,
will dissolve the need for lies.

There can't be only one,
you'll be the one that will do.
It's time for you to come to me,
it's always been me coming for you.

The now yours and mind,
are here because clearly.
Beyond the Black Door we find,
our Private Unification Theory.