On an Isle, I was born
An elephant totem, I was restrained to
Intelligent, strong and loyal, I had to be
Spirit heads, in control of a given life
Hang besides a famous doited scarecrow
And its beaming rays, burnt its natives
On an Isle, I was born
I could leave anytime, I felt or wished like
Brief and simple it sounds; it was hard to do
I believed in all I heard, and encountered
Resulting in a bent soul, I currently possess
And its beaming rays, burnt its natives
On an Isle, I was born
Its grassroots and grasslands, were not firm
Rain was scarce: most of what was sowed, perished
On its soils, bugs grew and cherished its land
Its landscapes too high, they covered a horizon
And its beaming rays, burnt its natives
On an Isle, I was born
Forces of chance for a chosen selected few, reigned
Its love battle field, was covered red-black
With trees, known to passionately hump one another
Until a brave soul came, shot down its moon
And its beaming rays, burnt its natives
Pulled from Ricocheting Regrets available at your
favorite online store and library
Plapus 
you absolutely need Jesus in your life man
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