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wicked ones

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empty of remorse or regrets,

deaf to my pained cries,

blind to my flowing tears,

they relished in my pain,

danced in my sorrow,

drank from my blood.

my freedom they sold,

trampled upon my joy,

chased away my happiness

and then they killed me.

a sacrifice to their lies and hypocrisy,

an offering to the lies they clothed as truth.

but still satisfaction alluded them,

so they forced me out of death,

to live again as a walking dead,

trapped in limbo,

knowing everything

yet unable to do anything.
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Written by danjuma
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