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Born in the sights of sunsets eclipsed
Whipped instead of spanked, made him well equipped
Devastation was his home, nurtured in disaccord
Richly imbued, but honed as the devil’s muse
Playing instruments deftly plied, pied piper to confuse
Gathering in masses of misery, cursing innocence
Love made for victory, crushing hearts before longevity
Stunting growth of youth growing old, dying insanely young
For fun, misguiding nations in believing in only one kind deserving
Preserving chaos by way of fear ethos for others to digest
Investing in no hope, so days are spent without recollection
Spreading worldy new age, thought power to solve all ills
The answer lies within, yet outside of many…. A men……….Still!
