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Baptized in men's lies/ a man without a face or name/ walks and finds no group to claim or person to call his own/ the city streets I roam alone features as cold as stone/but heart warm enough to light the shade/ many shades make the man he is everything and he is nothing/ some try to catogrize the man so they can understand and continue living/ the task to unmask and grasp the man / if failed attack and shun to group and run/ the selection that leads to failed connection turns the man to hate/ Society has changed him enraged as the hate starts to claim him/ he thinks back to the one who raised him breaks the walls that caged him through lines of reason and rhyme the man turns back the hands of time and sees himself/ created in sin swore never to win jumping of the brim he has reached his core/for  the man who encases himself with hate is in search of love forever more

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