Taketh All but 3!
Blind and bonded in the cold street I lie
An ally half between home and Hell
With each intense thrust I slowly die
When it was done and he is gone I feel I fell
Two below ready to digest the seed
One behind with a feeling deep inside
To the two myself I feed
To all I gave my mind and pride
A blind fold, poisoned in my drink
Kept me from seeing what was seeing me
In the darkness brought a vision as began to think
Again I was taken as was stolen my seed
A mother and daughter closer than 2 should
I fell forever deep into slumber
The 2 stole more than any 1 could
4th time I heard the lightning saw the thunder
A final blow to my person and mind came
The force to my head kept me out for an hour
When I woke up I found the story same
Striped of my pride, hope, fears, and power
I give you this,
You can take it all,
Except 3 things,
A mind to think, A mouth to feed, and a voice to sing