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REGENERATE :

Doctorated at a premium university,
Lost his concentration to absurdity,
Discarded his desire for rationality. 
Sorry for this dude's unfortunate category.
As solemn as his heart aches,
Peace was lost from the face.
Deep troubles that he stake,
Wrong squad celebrated him to be ace.
It was their tradition making him a flake.
Probably, nothing made him go craze,
Never sensed one day will be for a forsake.
Believed his shoe was tightly laced,
And understood it was offstage.
Don't even know where he's going in the maze.
Friends influenced the steps he should take.
Ending up in jail was a small case.
What he wished to do was real, not fake.
Had no one around to let him have a good chase,
Was surrounded by kids of the ancient snake;
Leading him into the burning sulfur lake.
Walked through badness with no brake,
Everybody watching him amazed,
Because his intelligence looks abased. 
Day to day, the situation appeared ablazed. 
Just an iota of advice for his mind to operate,
To have a life achievement full of grace.
Drugs held his success to come late,
With no assurance of there'll be a change.
Apparent peers during his younger states,
Were unrecognisable to be his mates.
They've become responsible in their ways.
He was grabbed by heavy bait.

The widowed mother's always awake,
Grieving and praying her only son reforms.
Her younger sister is always afraid,
Because of the lifestyle he's conformed. 
Whenever there's a mention of his name,
It's clear there's an issue he's among.
His admirable handsomeness not the same.
Thug life gotten his face deformed.
He doesn't care nor feel ashame.
The family wish he's who he was before.
Granny kept questioning his aim,
Since in her heart, his childhood is recalled.
Those days when he declared he'd become fame, 
And his career would be tipped with an outstanding report.
How sad that dream seemed appalled. 
The father passed out couple of years ago,
Due to a heart attack he had in Rome.
Wasn't happy of what was happening back at home;
Couldn't stand the news when he was phoned.
He felt unconscious and that was all.
It was all because of his son's life alone.
Doctors linked his demise to a shock.
His father spent billions to change this boy.
Yet,it never ended as such as he wants.
They took him to the rahab for a reformation.
Well, things became a bit right through that occasion.
Sequentially went back to the street,
This time he grew violently to the highest peak.
Carnality and danger he breeds.
That is old gang he couldn't leave.
And that bad hood he went back to live within. 

Had his whole body tattooed.
"The story's now in part two".
Stitched the mind on things not to do,
Portrayed himself abstractly as a baboon.
Meanwhile he's flattered by fanfoots.
Peddled, trafficked cannabis and rocks.
Made money but known a bankrupt.
Seven strong demons filled in this house,
Caused his mind to sticked to foul.
Anytime he's spotted bouse. 
Unthinkable concept he chose to bow,
Pierced his body, such a fallout.
Fed on prostitutes to feel wowed.
Sold the soul to achieve all he owned.
Lost flesh, was left of bones.
Chains on his neck, vanity made him boast.
Drenched by wealth, locked in devil's zone.
Perforated innocent people with bullets.
Killing and injuring with negative precept. 
Feasted at the counsel of killers.
Partied in midnight streets waydown towns.
Disturbed the county by their jamming sounds.
Had no time to think of paying the family a visit.
No call to find out how they doing.
Nobody also knows where's staying.

One day he nearly kick the bucket,
After homies placed him in a casket.
They did that based on gang facet.
Luckily he was saved by some pastors;
Rescued him from that deep gutters,
Took him to the hospital for treatment.
Preaching to him, he got convicted.
His mind's renewed, and he's freed.
Thanksgiving unto God, spiritually decreed.
Spreading the truth, he's a chosen priest.
He now spends time with the mother,
Her prayer is answered, hallelujah. 
The sister's excited for the brother,
His spirituality is on fire.
Granny's overjoyed in Jehovah,
She's attained her desire.
He's now married to an old time lover.
Who's a Physician Assistant,
And he's practicing as a Medical Doctor.
Sooner there'll be a new baby since the wife's pregnant.
Already they've one beautiful daughter.
"Indeed, only Jehovah deserves the honor",
This the voice of the onetime goner.
"Yes , he's a proud winner".
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