Here I am; I am
The man, the man
Misunderstood,
Wandering again,
Awkward in every look,
Black one of the kin,
Winning each day he stood.
Here I am; I am
The man you left for dead,
A rising fist above
Creation: This nook of dirt
Referred as Earth, bitter burial,
Zombie as your cause, to mine.
Here I am; I am
A long-forgotten lover,
Hoping to be someone
You'll never know of.
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