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Eloquent with words Or so she seems to think Although spoken from my hand They’re still exactly what I think Working for the purpose just to speak the lesson Life has taught Searching for that person I can make forget me not Posing as a poet Out of chaos rose a legend A belief of strange creations Within this myth was born a passion And a path straight toward damnation A gift to never be forsaken Behold the bastard child before your eyes Here lies a mans mistake in flesh They yanked a mess from out a womans womb Here lies before you what is left Treachery now has a born day An infant born with things to say How can it speak without a voice How do its closed eyes yet have vision Why are these cries much more than noise As if Pavartis son has risen He’s found his way amongst the living