I was born a filth.
Or so they say
My Sun she died
Just when the morning commenced
To rain what it’s left for me
My blood’s debauched
Or so they say
Their eyes bellowing
To breathe is a crime
My death, their life
This skin's been cursed
Or so they say
To His hands I surrender
To the reaper’s claws I concede
To my neighbors’ fangs I won’t
For I’m not this filth
Neither this blood
And not this disease
See through this curse
I am who I am
« return.