"Someday" he spoke solemnly, "I'll leave in haste,
Disheartened and wearing a look of distaste
For the deformity I once helped to shape-
With intentions too wanting to be for our sake.
‘Someday I'll choose love over hate,
Try to give, not always take-
To a Truth I will awake
To see joy not bourne from Pain,
And each arrogation held in vain."
"Someday." a softly whispered voice replied,
"Someday I too will leave in haste...
‘Till that day, we are ships
Set adrift upon waters
Harrowed by the hands of our decadent fate."
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