The song yet unsung
The tale yet untold
The young ever so bold
The things the have past
The first to become the last
The truth found in a lie
The birth of one to die
The son of the whore
The face ugly and abhored
The scar of wisdom
The drudgery of boredom
The knowing of the unknown
The seeds of deceit have been sewn
The truth of this tale
I most likely am born to fail
