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Date Posted: 22:37:47 11/22/00 Wed
Author: AngelOfire
Subject: I Wasn't Born ~ I Was Made

I Wasn’t Born ~ I Was Made

I wasn’t born, no I was made
A creation produced in the shade ~
I set a trend ~ although afraid
Gone down in history ~ I am changed

How did I become who I am?
My creators…they don’t give a damn
My conception ~ it was one big scam
Now here I am…yes...here I am…

And so what…I’m a psycho circus
That’s what I bring ~ let me hurt us
I assume they’ve got the endurance
Too bad if they lack the reassurance

I wasn’t born, I was made
This is life ~ doesn’t fade
My life dies and degrades~
Continue on ~ turn the page

I did not choose to be re-born
I want to die forevermore
Do not want this life of horror
Release me from this repertoire

I am not part of your collection
Hey do you have some recollection?
Recall where we started and where we cracked down?
Well gimme a clue and I’ll voice it to everyone

Remember I wasn’t born ~ I was made
My memories of you ~ oh yes they fade
You celebrate independence in the shade
My love gone bad ~ innocence you raid

You don’t like this poem, now do you?
You know it is written to you
Feel it piercing, stabbing through you
Nothing I say is new to you ~

Feel me hit ~ I do not miss
Feel my fiery, blazing kiss
Please step inside ~ Oh I insist ~
Let me grant you your first wish ~~~

Oh, it’s not my fault I turned out this way
I came to work but it turned into play
My master ~ he formed me out of clay
He made me what I am today ~

And I love him for it
He cannot re-restore it
I was nothing before it
He knows I adore it ~ !!

But either way there’s just bullets and mayhem
Every day and night I try to comprehend
This mess of my life that must now come to an end
It’s ridiculous to go on ~ I’m living in pretend?

Someone please King me, Rule me, at least make me made
Remove me from this world that consists of pure fade ~
I don’t know where I am…it’s not my fault I said
I’m here I think ~ But ~… I wasn’t born …I was made….

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