Some days, just start that way; too young to see. A fate forbearing; humanity.
As friends of strife, doth lend to our sanity, they too, may prey on our life’s young vanity.
And, in the end, our life’s great friend, shall. return us to stand, as our faiths doth portend.
As survivors of alacrity, in despair, shall lament; reliving the moments, of witnessed descent.
Bystanding tenacity, lends witting consent, spectating atrocity's coercive content.
Petrators of violence, and malice pre-sent; predators of commons, with vicious intent.
Hostility reverberates, incantates, incarnates; discentes belligerence doth satiate the taste.
And, pseudo ironically, we engage
in this space, while aggressive disruptions exceed to the pace.
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