Borne

BORNE 
Borne twice to be ressurrected only once. 
Eye am a victum of society. 
A causualty of the war on poverty. 
I was born once of a woman and then 
again by a dead man. 
Eye can not explain the place that I am in. 
It is not the cradle or the grave. 
The only way I can behave is to be 
alone again.But wait? 
Living without love has changed me from 
what I am become. 
I need love again to be an actual man. 
A song that I sung in the desert one day 
is the melody that play in me. 
An Angel of mercey SHE calls to me. 
I here Parme. 
EYE can hear ewe my parme. 
Borne again.Me.For Ewe.My Parme.

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