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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
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