Forbidden knowledge, got it in great store
Got it from the Lord of Storms
Deformed and affliction adorned
Scorned from birth, was barely born
I was rooted out, torn free
My father swore he would always loathe me
He foreswore all fatherly oaths, severed ties, regrettable oat sewing
Said he owed nothing to a devil child with no soul.
Alchemisland 
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