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Her soft eyes filled with rage and hate
Her light mind allowed darkness in
In due time she'll lose her sense
she'll thinks it is.
Of mankind woman are frail
They're unhinged probably from hell
Don't believe off of one's tale...
A thing a place
They have no limits
Their minds are broken
A flute that plays hells words unspoken..
Chained against a wall,
her soft eyes filled with hate for all that crawl
The vermin came
A round of turns
Her only thought for them to burn
A loosened ***** would surely help
A sharpened tool would make them yell.
Her eyes were soft her mind was strong they thought her frail but they were wrong,
A woman holds a life inside
no man can shoulder no higher pride
A land of pigs a different sty
The next to come will surely die
She does not plan to run away
But to slay the men that choose to lay
Against her will and make her say
Make her feel unnatural ways
One by one the men takes turn
Down a hall into a room
Thinking that the previous left
They walk inside to meet their death.
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