Knocked Up And Barefoot

A fire burns within a womb that I did not know I had

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It rages hot and ravenous and hell is it flaming mad

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It's priming for war and craves weapons of pure metal

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I have to feed it what it wants or else I'll die as well

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This seed was sown in my filthy garden bed

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Its root has shot right through my heart, 
Its leaves unferl now from my head

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It's had decades to feed off my hungry mind, quite an impressive head start

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But now it stirs and wants to break 
the water of my baptism 

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And burst upon this dreary scene with the light rays of a prism

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Pray I manage to bring to term this powerful gift of the Age

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His pen is filled with rainbow ink to cinder new life on page to coming page