Blood boiled in every vain, Like a flicker in every flame.

 
 
Tears streaming from my eyes,
Cause my life is built on lies.
Over powered by my fears,
So I kept quiet for many years.

Now I speak, for I am done being weak.
A story I will tell, awakeningthe pits of hell.
 



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