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• Artiste: Hemina
• Titre: To Conceive a Plan
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You ask me these questions I've asked myself for years After all this to find This savior of mine a peer Down dangled cord of feather as the bellows of Jacob sung Bidded, I climb each tattered rung! Is this home? Is this heaven's gift to man? Make me a child, rid me a father, rid me a man! To emerge from this flesh, to be born To violate law, to be unplanned Why me? Fresh-faced, bright-eyed, a believer A follower of yours beaten to the ground Her blouse fell to the floor before she could let out her roar I stumbled upon this universe It's catered and fit for me Its beauty I'm yet to see Is this home? Is this heaven's gift to man? I said man! Blood and puss coat these walls, and I'm ripped out with a glove Was I plucked out by the one above, or just a product of this rape? What is this place you call my home? You call this my home, what is this place...father?!