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When I was younger, I called upon Peace.
Peace did not hear me, being in another place.
What did hear me was Turmoil and Pain.
Peace was never to be seen again.

When I was a little older, I called upon Peace.
Peace slightly heard me but feigned ignorance.
I knew it was Peace, since its eyes turned for an instant.
Then, Misery and Regret rushed to the forefront.

When I was even older, I called upon Peace.
Peace heard me a little more, turning a piece.
Before it came, Dishonesty and Corruption were the figures.
They came and made multiple disfigures.

When I was much older, I called upon Peace.
Peace heard my pleas and looked at me.
Its eyes were cold, dark, yet warm.
Next, I left for Compromise and Delusion to swarm.

When I was at my eldest, I called upon Peace.
Peace did not come to give me release.
Though, Quiet and Sorrow heard my request.
All they could do was their utmost best.