History

There’s a whole life behind that figure
Who obscures the sun, that shaded
Shadow how stands still before you.
He was a baby once, little bundle wrapped
In coloured blankets.
A toddler who ran around screaming
With evil joy. So on and so forth
Until he is what you see now,
There’s a whole lot of history
Behind every soul, who can imagine
What it contains?

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