defective...sins prodigy

really… inefficient matter if backs were ripped

wounds cried out with voices of searing strain…agony

I like being this way anyway…even prototypes of the most raging of pain

It’s reconcilable there be no shame about the people of the people of the grain

that whence they came…from barest of earth…perspiration rained to replenish

infuse the successive ragged soul…preparing him for the path he would row

passion with which he would steal strength for emancipation

can’t make the lords mistake go fleeing…don’t won’t to minimize this deformity…handicap

I am impaired grateful…no organism able to pry me from this sweet tailed fallacy

Oh it may not be the delicacy of your dreams… but it’s all malnourishments baby in me

…I am disparities thankful…caviar blossom of this thorn