Vengeance
You, born of flesh without knowledge.
You, born of flesh, molded by love.
You, in time became one with another.
Gave birth, flesh without knowledge.
You molded flesh with love although not of its penchant.
Flesh took a path, different from you and failed the ordeal.
Flesh inclined others they also followed his ways.
When your box is ready, put away are you,
May ceremony be your wishes, and have someone to follow through.
You died, boxed and put away, without ceremony as wished.
Vengeance is not mine even when you're one with another
Is ceremoniously declined.
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