A life I do not know
Incarnated inside mothers womb
Undead perish lays the waste
Abandoning my darkest hours
For I laughed they may see
For I cried I am born to be
Miserably broken of my curse
Blessing me with this testimony
Wandering in the streets I rome
A misfortune of my home
Begging the dimes in my basket
For a piece of my living hunger
This days I am outnumbered
Fighting through the scars
How soldiers came to occupy
A grassy field I always known
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