A Blacksheep, not so black,
Confused with his own life,
Told his side... But thrown aside,
He's the genderless of the genders,
The blank among any race,
The divided among the real world,
He sleep's with great sorrow... Oh so restless,
Deceived by every angel... That come's his way,
Desperately asking for much, much better,
He has no offers in God's own creation left,
But his own life,
He want's to throw his life away for nothing is to look forward too,
Throwing away a possible future of happiness,
For nothing but his greed and neglect,
But for what he doesn't know,
Is...
They are waiting.
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