Take a baby then deliver him, position him in line
And then imprison him, condition him in school to make him blind
After they christen him, the Father, Son, the Ghost, but not the mind
We are divine, we lose potential when we gravitate to greed
Wе are benign, we turn to cancеr when we take more than we need

Amazing writing which comes over even better vocally- it perfectly encapsulates the opprotunies some get while most do not. You can find it in Act III of Starry Night. The rest of the lyrics in the other acts build up to this point and it just keeps going.

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