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You Were Never Born

When you were first created It feels as if you'v been alive since the beginning of time You were around when the dinosaurs walked the Earth You'v been over filled with wisdom That has tested the lengths of time You were that first grain of sand Waiting night and day for someone to pick you up and put you in their pocket for safe keeping You'v been here longer than the sun You were once the sun But as quickly as you started You burned out You'v seen with your unopened eyes that there is no God or Devil That's just a human concept There was no such thing as the four seasons The Earth was flat But still you found your self floating for miles There were no clouds no rain The sky stayed a dull grey The plants were all bare But no one was cold The animals haven't even risen from the ground yet You received vast knowledge to comfort others Just none of your own Been taught to be humble But still you'v managed to go backwards from nature Was suppost to feed your soul To many holes to mend Been sending out mixed messages Your just as confusing to the eyes But what or who taught you to be so self destructive? Con artist, lyre, manipulative, secretive, addict It was embedded in you since birth You had no way around it Is this a life sentence? Sure as hell feels like it Do you really even have more control than you think you do? Go over to the exit door and say good bye Forever to be placed into a trance Just been one big wives tale Nothings real But the pain of sorrow Your wells all dried up Have no more crocodile tears to shed Off a layer of skin Pick until you'v reached bone That's your identity To busy playing the role as the sick one With the unstable thoughts Were you even taught how to love? Your unsure of yourself But you think you have an understanding Again just none towards yourself Filled with wrath of self hatred That boiled over when you were in the womb Maybe you were already exposed to negative vibrations Being vulnerable and to weak to defend yourself You got built in a weak immune system No way to fight off the evil spirits

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