Genesis
I,
I welcome myself
Sciptures shall be established
In pursuit of a life so lavish
Who am I?
I,
I am the dreamer himself
The one who says tomorrow
Yet promised himself the present
Demanding a share of life
Yet ignorance invested
Who am I?
I,
I am a boy
I am a Man
I am a sinner
Until the knees kiss the earth
Revert back to birth
Genesis
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