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Prisoners of Death
Chains. Black ones surrounding me,
Holding me as if bound to land,
A witness to a secret, that can't be,
Yet it's truth stands.
They dig deep, deeper than ever before,
As if searching for something,
In this abyss called life, which I adore.
This is a prison, I'm told.
Its unbelievable and old.
I feel punished, for what is uncertain.
I feel hopeless and I wonder,
Did God, if there was ever one, ever feel the same?
When will this torture end? I feel a sickness for home.
I'm told it's just the start,
Of what? No one knows.
Time flies by,
Seasons have changed,
but I'm still me,
A prisoner of death.
Holding me as if bound to land,
A witness to a secret, that can't be,
Yet it's truth stands.
They dig deep, deeper than ever before,
As if searching for something,
In this abyss called life, which I adore.
This is a prison, I'm told.
Its unbelievable and old.
I feel punished, for what is uncertain.
I feel hopeless and I wonder,
Did God, if there was ever one, ever feel the same?
When will this torture end? I feel a sickness for home.
I'm told it's just the start,
Of what? No one knows.
Time flies by,
Seasons have changed,
but I'm still me,
A prisoner of death.
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