Protected by prayers it was sworn.
I’d receive A blessing everyday since I was born.
I’m Naturally far from what’s expected by the norm.
A Human but I was molded into the realist form.
With such a Cold-hearted world its hard to say warm.
but By my elders I was warned to the weathered the storm.
it Enhanced my ability to perform,
In my Grass stained uniform.
Trenches got my sleeved torn.
Making moves got my cleats worn.
No endzone my focus transforms.
& I Handling biz in my Ralph Lauren.
Gods son,

I should wearing a crown of thorns

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