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Torture Extremity
Chelsey Engel |
Chains wrapped around her, pain suppressing
Her childish fears amist
Tortured by hatred of her own kind
If she's gone, she knows she shan't be missed
The metal is reflecting a face wretched with horror
But the girl sets her past aside
All those years of everything concealed
With no one in sight to confide
Her heart contorts and ensnares with acrimony
As she struggles to break free from enslavement
But her wrist starts throbbing and her heart beats suddenly
As she evokes those bleak times as a servant
She was not a drudge to a lady or lord
But a servant to all of mankind
She did what they told her and said nothing but,
"A good life is all I want to find."
Back to the present situation at hand
She surrenders and falls straight to the ground
Nobody knows what happened to the dear
But a good life, I suppose, was not found.
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