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a prison you'll call home

a fiery rage burns anew
 the things that you never knew  
 your the reason for the blade
 for this spot in which I laid
 
I  curse and despite your wretched ways
 condemning me but everyday
 so for you I found a special place
 where only you  will win the race
 
 where only you can fail
 tortured by the falling hail
 in a prison of your own
a prison you shall call home
Written by Soulless_Observant (Brenden)
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