Woe are the abandoned, the betrayed, the friendless,
And woe are those who abandon, betray, and hate,
For hate only leads to more of the same, more pain,
More suffering for all, no love, only despair.
In solitude one may avoid this abjectness,
At the expense of the loss of joy from one's fate,
We may have total control over our domain,
But when alone there is nobody there to care.
On the contrary, love is endless:
The more you give, the more you create,
Love those in need, it is not in vain -
for you, too, need love; it's only fair.
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