Stolen
Man of the underworld
During his creation
Stone was placed
In his chest for a heart
He steals the rights
Of the sicken souls
For him to be satisfied
At the sun rise
He knelt down and begged
Asking poor stricken
follows for support
Innocently they let go off
the cord of hope
that bid them to the soil
With the sun so high
they crawed, cried, and lament
Waitnig for the Messiah.
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