Caution the Warnings of Fate.

Birthed in a certain sphere of innocence,

Given an immaculate, virgin slate, 

My grasp on ills were unknown in essence;

A pure state fate-bounded to decimate.

Plagues, varying maladies, took flight.

Debacles descended in ample loads.

Everyone equally predisposed in foresight, 

Yet, I caught all, engulfed its lodes .

Innocence drowned, gasping in bleak waters, 

And aggression clawed from its drab abyss.

I became one with its wicked manners,

And was consequently deprived from bliss.

Don't become hostility's delegate

Or one shall be inflicted with my fate.