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Born into this life a child in the world of doubt |
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Rejected as an orphan boy torn from his mothers side |
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Dogma thrown in his way obstacles from which to pass |
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The pain his soul endured |
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Has scarred his body fast |
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Defiant in an angry heart stubborn in his ways |
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Determined to reach his goals |
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Though numbered are his days |
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Lost within his mind emotionally disturbed |
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Abused throughout childhood |
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Wounded deeply by words |
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Submerged in hate and fear |
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Neglected by those around |
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Affliction was all we had lost and never found |
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But then something snapped within |
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And turned him inside out |
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To survive, life had to change |
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And mend his wounds somehow rebellion against authority |
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To conform he would never submit |
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Punished by society upon their face he'd spit |
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Scarred for life, wounded deep within |
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Healing the bludgeoned soul |
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Must somehow begin cry out in the night |
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Twisted in delusion crawling into the light |
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Scarred for life |
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Locked within his mind, a solitary prison cell |
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Depression fills him with despair |
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Falling to the depths of hell |
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Alone in a silent rage the final hours near |
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Desperate in insanity |
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He cries, but no one hears |
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Anger consumed his soul |
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In a violent state of mind |
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Destroyed his every thought |
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Soon running out of time |
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Lies he believed from voices in his head |
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Confused in chaos, wishing he was dead |
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Torn into this life a child in disarray |
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Blasphemed upon his soul |
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A victim of his ways |
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Scarred for life |
