This is my Bethlehem
This is my lay
This is my first shame
I’m here to stay
Let us love one another
Let us die of thirst
Rest assured sweetest Mother
I’ll come out first
A part of me is flesh and bone
A part of me is clay
A part of me is dead and gone
A part was born today
All day long it shall rain
Clouds fill up the skies
But the sun shall rise again
Right from your eyes
Curtains to be ripped apart
And mirrors I must shatter
This is where it all must start
But does it really matter?
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This is good.
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