Were I, Born To Tread Upon A Cold, Sadden Earth
Were I, born to tread upon a cold, sadden earth
Walk naked upon barren and dark dusty plains
Strive only for wealth-never for my true self worth
Would I ever have anything but futile gains?
Were I, to yield to Fate, its cursed flaming breast
Accept living in its shadowy subterfuge
Begging...
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