All forgotten, the loyalty which caused us to be unjust, taking the side of the transgressor.
All forgotten, those we once advocated for in opposition to another, every platitude now spurned, all applause abandoned.
These are the vicissitudes of life. All we once defended long forgotten. All we once championed erased.
None dares recall the loyalty that caused us to be unjust, leaving lives in tatters, the needy ignored.
All forgotten, until our book is opened on a day the like of fifty thousand years.
Who will then remember?
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Last modified: 4 September 2024
