Born Again by Mark A Christ
I woke up this morning
And where someone new
I went to bed last night
and where someone ordinary
I was born again this morning
And became someone new
But still I'm someone ugly
still I'm someone dirty
still I'm someone deformed
still I'm someone hated, just like you...
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