From my fathers seed, from my mothers womb, From my families mold, from a broken tomb If i am the assembled, from the sins of my father, And if i am created, by the actions of my mother, If i was brought to being, by a broken machine. How could i come to be, sane Twisted and broken, some of the parts are missing But i was left alive. My creators fought, i was unfinished� And i was left behind. These are my own sins, This is my own life, These are those i love, This, my only wife. If i was created by a brocken machine, Then i must be reinvented. Create my own machine. Twisted and broken, some of the parts are missing But i was left alive. My creators fought, i was unfinished� And i was left behind.
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