Fable: (Mine Is A Different Fairy Tale)

Gargantuan, Wyse Lyric

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You cannot be born again;

Impossibility, Of rebirth or risen

Soul. Sprit. Body. Mind.

Then......

b.

Mine is more than a fairy tale:

I am not Potentate? I fail

To understand Earth historical

Question: How did mankind begin?

Alas, is that a sinful discourse?

Whilest paths, choices, development, consciousness

Is suppose to bear witness to nature’s compass?

I am also a Theologian & Scientist!

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Oh, I have been Living In An Age:

I’ve seen years past while enter a phase.

Why aren’t my choices unchangable?

Every move cannot be transcendal.

Every move or word or deed not monumental.

Who says I desired to become popular at all?

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c.

Attempts to pray, comprises energy!

Where does my reliefs go?

Someone is born before me!

If only catechism why follow other traditions?

I don’t know....

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Anyhow, what hypothesis do I uphold?

I exclaimed, Dear God, by hereditary case.

A Scientist does develop a manifold.

Mine? A manifold of Man, Belief and Traditions.

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d.

I raised my hand in elementary.

I experienced abilities allow me to be

An Instrument Of Humanity.

And I befallen above catechism an disdain....

And I wonder who carried me lifting me out, often.

And I metaphoricallly replant in Mother Earth, urn.

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Not a fable, I recall.

Never a detriment, shall I fall.

Never lost but found become a noun: Martyr.

Now, an individual involved in philanthropy, either.

I am sure...(Add Chorus b.)I am sure....