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Through shackles of pain I heed to your wrath.
A dark cave of silence, held in your grasp.
Diggin a hole, as deep as it gets.
Drowning in fear, hiding from threats.
Though you bind me like a cast iron chain, I cry- my tears, like a mudslide of rain.
Puppet on a string, dog on a leash, end my suffering to begin the peace.
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