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Mother born, child as a chosen

One of kind ,unique and a strong

With a tone, speaking with chords

Guitar in hand, song as a words.

Sound was the clue

Strings of pain

Melodies of truth

Delivering as train

Possessed undead nobody's prepared

Possessed undead noone can compare

Possessed undead people are afraid

Possessed undead animals are scared

In the late, years of the life

Found love, to help the animals

Many years, with help of his wife

Stay true, humanitarian.