Blessed is my mother
That shows me the way
With the support of her lover
Without them, I have no say.
I was a little sperm
That generate to blood
I was keep fromthe term,
Of the abortion of gods.
Out ofmillion of sperms,
I survive.
Out ofmillion of eggs,
I'm alive.
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