Credence
Some of us, though bitter still,
can take an objective look,
and see that shade upon our skin
could cool a jealous rage.
They ponder days far from now
and fear what could become.
Will we wash away the blessed,
or accept the ever unchanged?
To see the group and not the one,
if only we could learn.
The sun made all, intent aside,
but surely not to burn.
In the end may we feel
a bond below the shallow,
but as of now, before that day,
we still are all but a shadow.
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