Without chance, hidden goblets lose their golden glow
The forests that surround them surrender their thorns and beasts
Night loses its dark
Snakes lose their bite
Graves are dug deep enough to hide away secrets
And worse yet,
The chalice is never sought
The beats are never bested
Lights never warm
We forget to build around diversity
Our bones finally
Give up
And turn to dust
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