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His Prewritten History
Here lies an unborn baby
Wrapped in cold, dark chains and confined in ropes
He is a lump of clay ready to be shaped and molded
Fresh from the mother’s womb brimming with high hopes
Possibilities infinite as long as there are dreams
His being is whatever he chooses no limits should hold him
The beauty of the human species.
But he cannot take his true form
The ugliness of the world is too vivid to avoid
There is no freedom in his birth
His choice of life was never his own
Born to a faith chosen by his creators
Born to a society that shapes every fiber of ...