Those born in favor, lost flavor, and the flavorless salt-
Those born under a bad sign, never tire of the assault-
the barrage of fists, feet, and curses-
ingrain themselves into your skin; like a child's taunting verses-
Haunting melody of tragedy-
though forewarned and advised-
the favored spawn, divert and are drawn-
behind the chariot consumed in flame-
the guilty don't despise, the jury does not lie-
the judge calls you by name-
namesake of a sinner, lineage of your skin-
betrayed into obscurity, the darkest hour grows dim-