The Devil I am

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For daring to be born Existing is my own consequence
A planned deception by one An unfortunate accident for another
My existence is my punishment
to bear
For my progenitors
transgressions
I take the weight of his sins on
my shoulders
My shoulders alone
Though the choice was not
mine
I must suffer regardless
My cries ignored
My concerns rebuffed
My arguments refuted
My voice shunned
By those who are to love me as me I believe they have always silently despised me And my survival against the odds Is credited by them as an act of God Though they call me the Devil As if I have
solely done wrong

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