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Walk through the shadows
Amidst the kings fallen beneath Your feet
Taste their sorrow
For the life, they could not live
Embrace the darkness
For light will certainly follow
Someday
Many teachings lie between the two
For one
Life doesn’t have to be this way
We can choose
Just be sure
You don’t make Your move, too soon
There are rooms filled with hate
Some call it fate
I have another word for this taste
An opportunity wasted
For it is love and hate that are supposed to mate
Is it really so and why must we debate
These feelings, when we can acclimate
And allow the fullness of our being
Run the state?
Ian Altosaar
