Stranded on a planet not my own.
Alien place, alien race.
Must learn to blend and pretend,
I don't feel, and so I conceal
I must heed and feed the beast,
So, I follow the laws, and conceal my flaws.
I hide the slayer and heed the prayer
Of my Father.
Decrees passed down, like a kings crown
Born free but this family tree
The worst is yet to come.
And soon this will all come undone.
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