You can't decide the virtue
of what escapes and what wounded animal returns
if the scars you wear give the
story of deprivity
than the face of your scorn
is the birth of all your calamity
so we bleed like the infamy
as they starve each other
prey upon themselves till
the aching reminder begs to be revealed
you tie my hands behind my back and tighten the rope
I curse the lie known as hope
so believe me when I say
I'm at the point of no return
as each and every one of us goes till we burn
the stars can't fall twice
youve only got one chance
to wrong your rights
take back your birth and abort it
slaughter your mother,it was all her fault
to make you the lamb,the prey
it doesn't go away......
I know you want me too
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