A Tribute to the Bastards (From Bastards of the New World)

In the times of a life you become broken & bruised but refuse to lay down for any other soul. Feeling misused drunk off hope & a muse to neglect all the memories of pain. Feel a warmth in clouded skies know that the rain pours inside when you open your eyes to the present. Far from a gift since the cord was snipped you pray to a mirrored Godd cuz you hone Him. Self divine love will get you sent to the morgue & with chaos restored youll see all faith collapse. Stuck in this zone you use to call your home but its now ravaged & honed you can't cope with that. Plagued by the storm of the misgenetically born they claim bear sharp but you know the facts. Take a life formed whats the use when its owned not self owned but Whats life but a jail zone. Eras replaced by eras retraced eras erased by eras defaced. My home is a dream in a restless space. To know love is to know pain. & I often get lost. Lost in the truth of blame.