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Change sometimes leaves this poet estranged

I've been Ingrained wit this same ole same

Run of the mill game I'm done wit all this pain

My sun shines through all this piss rain

I've come up from abysses to reign

Tarnished and lost a lot now I glisten and gain

I had go go back to basics and be naked again

I had to mold and shape it so I can make it again

My spirit is stronger so I won't take it again

Hate mongers make me write love longer

I spill the sacred profane

I kill the old and brush this cold world off my shoulders

This caterpillar is becoming a fly soldier

Make me ova.