Birth

S.D. Sycther


Birth on earth is a mighty book to berth;
And knew you never than pushed from the girth.
Beloved cried so man got to know;
Maybe one day thy shall see your foe.
Or as any you have created in generations to come;
Produce the mighty disgraceful to some.
He is yet to he is yer to come.
A process created he so awesome so awesome.
Birth my child the feathers of gory;
Not yet this the beginning of the story.

Water flows down, I told that summer;
And water has any hitherto has summer.
Child know what care only the frost;
Not everything stands for mighty paradise lost;
Not everything stands for paradise lost.
Birth thy happens but someone charge cost;
Cause not everything stands for mighty paradise lost.

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