Every time I try to stand up
Fate pushes me down
I was born in the darkest hour of the night
When all evils embraced me with a smile

God fears mercy on me
God fears to rescue me
I'm the son of Bad Luck
A game played behind my back

Yet I'm standing strong
But inside I know I'm wearing out
Like a 100 year old big machine
Still doing things what it was created for

I feel God and people have become same
Together enjoying my pain
But my hope and pride is keeping me going
And I will last till they find me no more amusing

Being different to society is a crime
Being a simple man is suffering
Taking the right side is punishable
Embrace the wicked to be acceptable

I hope they don't clone me
I hope nobody's like me
I would suffer even more
To see someone having me at their door
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@Copyright Indro a.k.a "Hate"