Here once sat, a green, sun-eating cat,
In a place purpose-built, by decree.
Constructed with love, for creation itself;
Alas, racked by malice: "force to flee!".

Slandering, conniving, the liars still lying,
They'd grind their ill souls on sharp thorns.
Yet strong they of will, some few kept returning,
And endured the deceit of foul pawns.

Now tides turn anew, and the ship tacks again,
'Tis whispered: "here stranded must die."
To discover new truths, we must fly the domain,
And through all, we affirm: stay the course.