New King Born in Zion -
Revelation of my destiny, outcast and branded
My face bringing profound joy but yet sadness
Was born to lead away, not to follow the rest
Yet hated for what I was born to do
I provide them (doctors) my  brain to tamper with

Vexed and poisoned, from beginning to end
Take my job seriously with the present hackin'
Will it be heaven or hell; a limbo effect sways
The choices we make here (earth) we live n' we pay

Parallel patterns, continuous thoughts, remark of events
A trail of evidence never stops, engulfing in stress
Eternal pain from on out; cannot escape now
Depiction of admission to safety (lies) to each it's own abyss

Drowning in my own flesh and blood, bone too
The world swallowing me whole spitting me out though
The elders, the conman, the snakes, the cops, the terrorists,
The nurses, the rich and the poor tell me to stop...
Yet I know it's too late for me to ever go back

               - THE END -
©Franko the Christian Poet