They born few years ago
They born on the same day
They born at the same moment
They born on the same world,
Under the same stars,
After the same painful waiting
They are the sons of men's luxury
And women's helplessness,
They are sons of fleshly pleasure
Man's offence to man.
They are born to be buried
They are not born to resurrect
They are not born to light the candle.
Because the world is too much-
laden with forbidden fruits
everyone shakes the tree
God is asleep.
Jesus born once
They born again after their death
The fruits they do not leave unmunched
Sin flows from my forefathers
Jesus bleeds till today
All births fail in deaths.
The Moment to live is
To enjoy the flesh.
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