But i am human,
Not a plastic Jesus,
Sitting in famous cathedrals.
Pinch me,
I'll scream,
Hit me and i'll cry.
Don't expect to see my soul from dawn to dusk,
In perfection's robes.
I am mortal,
That wither like a flower when fate's sun hammers the soul.
Take me as i am,
Or do whatever you please.
I am human just like you,
Don't plague my soul...
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