The trees rustle,And my heart aches,
Armour tears at my muscle,
And my bones start to break,
I'll always resent,
My filthy decision,
I can't give consent,
To the painful incision,
A low cackle,
From the depths of memory,
Seems to escape me,
And I feel free,
I throw myself up,
Into the fire,
While my captor's scream
I fulfill my desire.
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