My deemed voice in
The dark cries and
craves for help, am
Bleeding, and my
Innocent blood
Speed on the alter
but my brothers
Laughed, and geared
I cried out in a
Deadly dungeon, but
What says that fool
Of hagars offspring
They muttered, but I
Wasn't deterred, they
Said they seek to
Save, but in reality
They seek to devour
And deliver me to
The one who scourge
The holy one's hill
Our maker made me a
Pure soul, but now
You condemned me the
vile one, I vouch for
You when I heard vile
Of you, why not same,
Yet you said u wish
To deliver me from
The devil, but you are
Actually the evil, you
Seek me death with no
Delay, your betrayals
You called brother,
Shadows of the past
Still plays painfully
At present, I called
Your name, but instead
You nailed me to a
Pole, Scorned, and
Stone me, like cane
You've rebelled
Against abel, but my
Body never beat for
Revenge.
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