Forced to be, Yet only in your mind.Lost in the cob webs somewhere in time.No more a pauper,No prince, No reason to be anything. Except what you really be.
Tie the rope, pull the chain, Put me in a cage. Wounded ,bleeding, licking my wounds. Force my hand to rage. I the distant son of the one you left behind. I the man with a gun and the devil in his eyes.Is all you will find.
Pray now That you somehow don't become prey. Listen for the change in voice. He's just as evil as his dad. But did he ever have a choice? Kind of sad.Lost everything he had.
What? Do you really think he needed love? Vile as he can be. If he had your back, Better get ready for the blade to shove. He's got all I lack. Greed, No screams from above.
I'd like to feel my fingers playing in your warm intestins Maybe watch your beating heart. As it slowly ticks down to it's final beat. Then to feel you pass away. As I just sit and eat. pieces of what I just don't know. But I haven't known for a long time.Sometimes don't think I ever will.
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