Precious grace

Two forces meet
different, strange
yet in combination
so terribly sweet
Two different sides
to the same story
Two ways of life
so different
never meant to be
Never allowed to come together
They cannot 
yet everything,
every inch, 
yearns,
yearns to meet 
every inch of the other
Rage and righteousness
blending together
or at least trying
only to end up 
dying for each other's sins
So they pay,
pay for the greater good
one left broken
the other dead
Lies, deceit
got them together,
thrusted them apart
To build a hopeless love
that saw, 
through the web of treason,
a glimpse 
of each other's souls
Such a mad distortion
Such a sad distortion of unity.