Personal prisoner,
He's the one who holds himself back;
Trapped by the sword or by choice,
No matter,
He still travels the world with regret
A life sadistic,
Every day he lives is a slice of hell pie
Still he eats, still he endures
Asking ultimate questions,
Receiving reasonable questions,
But miserable about the slow process
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