I went out on a date; with a boy I met at school,
I stayed out until late, which wasn't so cool.
He showed me his knife, and said: he'd cut me deep;
if I don't become his wife, he'll cause me to bleed! ...
I no longer condemn this man with the perilous knife
who struck down my life with torment and strife
he whose influence controls the vile rife
drawing his power essence form satanic ogre life ...
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