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Once a child born in a land foreign in a foreign time he was forced to come home on the last dime, he wondered if was even born there to begin with in his homeland with this rank this identity imposed upon him
This false righteousness he saw in people as he was lost in the crowd
He wandered year after year peace, crisis, death, poverty, turning the boys heart Grey he wandered continously at the stomach of kebulan
His heart drained
he tuned the clock of what was and went back- he went inside to search for anything his cries the gods and goddesses of alkebulan heard and they gave the boy the power of desire to create
They helped the boy and protected him to his shock and awe but he had felt he had not deserved it but they still warned him of impending dooms aided him in his problems gave infused the boy with their energies They told him, to be of desire one must be of self enigmatic of the moments before and after they happen to be
For he is a son of their tribe
Lost until that fire
This false righteousness he saw in people as he was lost in the crowd
He wandered year after year peace, crisis, death, poverty, turning the boys heart Grey he wandered continously at the stomach of kebulan
His heart drained
he tuned the clock of what was and went back- he went inside to search for anything his cries the gods and goddesses of alkebulan heard and they gave the boy the power of desire to create
They helped the boy and protected him to his shock and awe but he had felt he had not deserved it but they still warned him of impending dooms aided him in his problems gave infused the boy with their energies They told him, to be of desire one must be of self enigmatic of the moments before and after they happen to be
For he is a son of their tribe
Lost until that fire