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Slavery Within

Bound by shackles yet again.

Once more I've fallen deep to sin.

These blackened chains cannot be loosed.

One choice remains, the swaying noose.

Alas! There rings the fateful knell!

The only path leads straight to hell.

Bound neath the tempting lion's paw

The air grows cold, and darkness fall.

Dreams of tattered wrist fresh slit

This ebony soul, no longer lit.

Is there any respite from writhing here?

Or am I forced to live by fear?

Regret draws nigh, his fangs deep cut.

My hearts own door hath been forced shut.
Written by Falconite
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