Chains covered his body from head to toe.
Planning his escape, he ought to know.
Whatever plans they had for him.
A sacred sin, they will not win.
There are others out there ready to fight.
A troop of killers, dressed in white.
Tatoos inked through their body of muscles and bones.
Massive and enraged are these powerful clones.
Longing for the day to come
Where he will forcibly run
His clones will take them by the throat.
And one by one make them float.
But patiently he must wait
Til the day they meet their fate.
The men who have him chained up
Have no idea it's gonna get rough.
So much anger is building up
Don't you think he has had enough.
He is forbidden to shake the world
With a grin, his fingers he twirls.
Nobody knows what his sick mind is up to.
When the clones arrive, they will break him through.
Hunger in the eyes of a haunting game.
Leaves him quarrelling with his twisted shame.
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