Being born, a smudge appears,
sudden, out of nowhere
like white sheets been slept in only ones
never to been clean again
Being born, the speck seems to grow
only death can take away
life becomes a struggle
fighting other men
battling other women
life becomes a struggle
getting rid of that fleck
just to notice I'm only smearing
making more blur
feeling more smart
creating more pain and suffering
than I ever could bare
Walking my path in the darkness
Joint by the many
not knowing me
numbing the soul
Death only comes
the body caving in
because of the coward I am
unable to take my own
claiming my soul
Death only comes
the spirit flexing in
until it snaps
an old oak
fighting the hurricane
of human damnation
taking me with it
just born to die
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