Prophecy
Oh orphan child of your absent mother,
I give you what you deserve.
A hand in your face
Never-ending disgrace
You live here only to serve
No one will love you
Life will shove you
And all will hate you first
Pity will find no home in you
The friends you have will sour on you
No water will ever quench your thirst
Men will thrust the word upon you
And you will hear lies as truth
You will endure a kind of abuse
And all who hear will be obtuse
You will never fly
Your dreams will die
All poverty is planted in you
Cycle in yourself
You will find no help
As long as you live in this earth
Every chance for new birth
Will be ripped from your womb
Like a living man from an ancient tomb
Your hands will make nothing
And you will long for something
That will forever escape you
Until you find me
And while my hands bleed
I will grant new life to you.