There was born a man
Rejected of humanity
He didn't think like no one else

Since he was young, he learned
To resist ans survive, by himself

In is surrounding the young martirized
He covered him with strokes and insults
No one to listen or support the poor
He started to draw to assert his anger

Many years later, his name was neglected
In is memory, only himself remained

The drawing became sculptures, his evil soul
And his murderess ideas, equity had to be done

The man followed his instinct to forge
Art works with living prey

During a rainfall in the streets
The man followed a girl baptised
His sister

Had a human appearence, with a condemned soul
Artist, the worker of death
Cut his sister in half, and adding some flowers
The work was accomplished

The human art maker maker danced and danced
To celebrate his deliverance...

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