First, God issued me a soul,
And yelled to the drummers
"Let it roll!"
And down down down I went.
Within hours, my twig was bent.
Within years, I'd be paying rent.
For what it was worth,
I crowned on earth
And was showing signs
Of showing signs
So they checked to see
If my eyes aligned.
Before I was allowed to bloom,
They had to fill another tomb.
Out with the bad
And in with the good,
They had to make room.
I understood.
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