When there was a hold, an unbreakable hold
Linked by chain to chain
A beating hold, a feel so cold
Brought by hands of shame
Squeezing out the person
Clouding over sense of self
Choking the life from nothing
What little of which was left
And then there was a reason, an obvious reason
Living breath to breath
A loving reason, a feel so warm
To put those hands to death
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