Please wait outside the door, They were born yesterday, weren't they? So they knew they would die tomorrow, And begin the transformation?
Most likely yes, I must say, Anything could be a possible title For a poem, short story, novel, Play, movie, or album, Ejected from the womb. Some are easily forgotten, Others are spectacularly memorable, I prefer the ladder meant for the latter.
The prophet's prediction Couldn't be any more false.
The wholesome one of incomplete parts Never began at the start.