One of those days… Was another one born.
The last cord severed and the tears rolling down;
Sought a reprieve and wished for mighty long,
That he be un’earth’ed and that his soul not be torn.
Then came the human, the one he was to be
The one who claimed the wit and all the known soiree;
And the Baptists rode along for the omen was clear
‘ He shalt be professed till his soul’s doom be near’.
The fire was set and his name out loud
In the curse of knowledge, was he to do himself proud.
Springs and Winters passed by; he learnt them counting
And soon the civilization was upon him, unmasked and daunting.
Ignorance was sought for it could be moulded and cast
Wisdom was bought for Curiosity was an inglorious past
The currency was time and it dawned on him late
What was by design, a blatant Auction of his breath and fate.
One of those days… Was another one born..
Then came the human, the one he was to be.. 
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