When I crossed the border, I thought
The life I left behind me was eternally lost
But I sought and I found a spot to sink my hoe into ground
A place where all was metaphor for the unseen being's great galore
And when I implored the native word to see if it contained what I hadn't yet heard
A voice arose, with a tone so verbose, saying
"Child I know you know I got somethin' to tell ya, but it ain't gonna free ya if I make it as plain as the nose on your face"
So to find this life of struggles
Of working fathers and birthing mothers
I put myself in the place of another
Kenotic love
Kenotic love
Kenotic love
Kenotic love....
Or just an absolution of guilt?
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