The idiot realises soon,
That the one who played the fool
Was, in fact, the bearer
Of the widely available craver
Who, in search of precious nectar,
Makes himself a spectator,
And soon finds himself
To become withheld
From uncertain thoughts of a man,
Who brought evil to this land,
And scars the earth of his Mother
With all the hate of his Brother,
And soon he finds,
That all this he left behind,
Was for him, for his own good,
And that he would
Realise this when it was too late,
For too many people would be born to hate,
Like they always do,
When one doesn't want them to.
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