Abused, beaten, torn
Like a ragdoll
tossed around
Blood flows freely
from the wounds
She cries silently
Beaten by the one
she loved
Hated in an angery
rage
Music
Music Color in an otherwise Bleak and sad world Music The vibe of life The true passion thar pulls everything together
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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