I am not as I would seem,
I do make war and pain
Does come, but merciless
And hateful I am not,
All of this world do I see;
Sadness and misery do abound
Yet love cometh, and all
Will be better I will
Leave hope a time where,
I will not visit, All
Is near in this great bowl,
And I take heed of lessons
Learned, if only you heard
What I feel all would be
New, and birth flower;
Now understand what I
Have said, You will eat,
Fate on that night.
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