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Purpose
Born as a son with hopes and dreams
reality creeps and time overtakes the dreamer.
No choices are asked, just expected
and tomorrow brings a beat closer to God.
Questions without answers,
songs without lyrics,
time without perseption.
I have failed in the eyes of man
but have simply been dreaming through the heart of a child.
Wake up to being,
human?
Rules and taboos, life and certainty,
give un to Ceaser that which is Ceasers
followed by the immortal chain,
now lies broken.
In the name of the son,
blood would linger but alas.....
Will no longer be recalled.
