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Demon Plague

I’m tired...
 
Of playing the puppet
In your twisted fantasy
 
Wake up
 
And running in the same circle
Like a tamed wild circus animal
 
I am not your doll
Your toy of pleasure
 
Keeping me in a cage
Like a helpless bird
 
I have my pride
My dignity
 
Yet you still try
To steal my sanity
And warp me
Into your delusional world
 
I am not blind
I see you for what you are
Your a greedy thief
 
You are roots
Of a weed
Nobody cares for
 
They pluck you
Out of sight
Yet you still are persistent
To keep your presence known
 
They fear you
Because you are a brute
Assaulting me
With your lies
Keeping me from my own thoughts
 
You are born a lie
And sin crossed your heart
For eternity
 
Keep away your vile existence
From my sight
 
Disappear...
 
And stay underground
Where you belong.

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