BORN FOR SERVICE.
Out of berth, my hands on the spindle,
the past events i need to needle neddle down the reason i am come just like the saviour who came and gone.
Selfless, emptied of self.
Alone in a large thought under my shelf.
To elucidate the course nature
hold for me to nurture.
The peace sent on never returned tour
i am born to cure all things pure with a hand full of mercy and grace rested upon me, i am set for the service.
The hullabaloo of Babel shall be brought to nill
the joy of the land which is ill,
i am born to reincarnate. Ambassador of peace i am to create.
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