A Time For
I was faced with a person,
He decided I was weak,
Assured me I neded to learn a lesson,
And so a deal was struck,
Friendship, for the price of such a tutoring.
And so when the moment came to,
I had been waiting upon my rhetor, who would teach me.
And so when a found the mob seeking to consume me,
All for the shape, colour, and mind of my being,
I could do nothing.
And so I was left a hole, a self-despairing pile of hate.
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