why am i born to die
the voice of the still borns cry
asleep in spirit, concevied in thruth
currupt by sin of the ruthless womb

seeds fall on soil, rich with life and grow
unexpected, rejected some fall on stones
the merciless sun and perilous nights, form sons
of darkness denied the light

while tender roses,grow sweet and bloom
the thorns provoken, have sealed their doom
the winters past, petals lie on the floor
the rose is gone, so remains the thorn

The humble, can be humbled no more
trials seen, pain endured
showers of pain, as hours of rain, it drizzels, now its yours
the Proud, laugh, slander, those living through hell
your winter is comming, believe,brace your selves

if light was dark, and day was night
our views of love, of wrong, of right
show opression as training,
weakness as wealth
the meek as the greatest
the depressed as blessed

then our world, would be, not as it is
but as it should
the mute sing, the blind see things,
like schollars from the hood



BONE DEEP

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