Thursday, April 3, 2008


His seeds of hate have been planted
This emotion I know so well
His spell that has me so enchanted
And has me chained tightly to this cell

His words that so evoke me
Has locked me in this trance
Nevermore will I be allowed to be
to give my soul it's final chance

His swollen words and mystic smile
Has taken it's effect
With shrieking vows full of vile
I'm now just his puppet

Mother of grace, save me now
From his lord, the dark prince
Forgive my sins, please disallow
And answer for my deliverance


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