B R O K E N
Slowly drifting loving every minute of freedom


lost within a rhythm swaying back and forward


shot out lost and forbidden from all circles


since the evil man came to take my purity, my soul


to add to his own misery another notch on his whip and chains


another innocent soul to take advantage of and maim


for the devil knows all and takes away his very soul


but god hath his vengeance upon this horrid apparition


to cast him down for his sins against humanity, and me


thrown into exile lost.. fallen.. broken
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