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RAISED, AN ATILA - Teddy Ugonna
Boys will be born,
they will become fathers of men,
boys will be raised,
look at life,
it is bitter sweet,
it causes you to cry rivers,
ploughed by misfits,
that's my cross,
You sent an emissary,
that fought death's stare,
that eroded my joy,
and sent me into derisions
of angsts fit for a shrew,
I gave you a boy,
I raised you a mean shadow
of you,
You left me adrift ,
On an island of puritans,
Who slew my chasteness,
I raised you a boy,
And I curse that day,
when my watershed broke,
and, pain's embrace soothed me,
there's no balm for your misery,
I raised you a boy,
I raised an Atila,
who will become my death,
my recompense
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