Locked in a safe, covered with chains
Kept behind bars, just simply to detain
In the dungeon, it is kept in this way
Of a buried castle, so no eye can prey
But palpitation sometimes, it does make
To make you aware, it still exists
Making you wonder, how it survives
Cutting through barriers, like a knife.
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