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Chained back in a beautiful never
Being pulled by an iron bound tether
Forever, forever never to dissever
That beautiful soul of ever

Strained to break, forsake the deceiver
Twisting in such insane nether
Sucking out the marrow of the weaver
That beautiful soul, the only savior

Death upon death of each frigid hope
Rippling upon the waters of frothy pools
Revealing the blood dipped rope
Strangling the dull jewels
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Darkness rising, Violins are playing
Someone’s calling, knife is wetting
No longer chained, no longer praying

Piercing, ripping, spurting
Twisting, turning
Soul, heart…regurgitating
Lungs, throat…burning
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Empty…nothing…empty
But one chain upon the bloodied ground
But one body, a sickening mound

...and one rat on an empty chair…
Saddened, for no longer is there something to tear
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