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Your Pain

Forlorn of all hope,
lost in this godforsaken world.
These desolated streets; that I walk.
Left with satans minions, That I talk.
Corrupting my mind to make a deal,
to reap my soul before its due.
Degraded in one, I cant give in,
stand tall, fight the sin.
Adulterated I start to excogitate,
Devise a plan to free my soul.

First I must become a martyr for your sin.
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