Lost in the darkness of Eternal abyss,
he walks the earth more insect than bees,
unsure of every step he takes it anyways,
depraved of silk or wool he wears skin anyways,
Every second there's a scream in his ears
every minute there's a trim off his years
His passion on the streets culled his mother's tears
and as he lay, lifeless, he allayed futher fears.
The tale of a man led by legion,
who caught lunar in a night vision,
the tale of misery since seed was sown
or rather of a man that lived Unborn!
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