Origins
I thought I came from love,
But I came from sin.
My mother the prostitute,
My father the destitute.
Now I have to run away from this lie.
I have to run away from what I was.
No employment of god will reverse these scars on my memory.
Tomorrow I will ship out to war.
While I fight the axis,
My two origins will be at war.
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