Damaged.

Look what they made of you,
Drawn out of life, drained out of mind,
Damage is written all onto you.
Lies and deceit is what works for them,
They laugh , while you scream and shout,
bothered are you to call them out?
Or Victim your name and you shall fall?

Deal our deeds with hypocrisy,
Or die on your feet for honesty.
Sucked into life without much consent,
Thrown out of it all the same.
Stricken hearts , eating all of you.
Are we losing our way before the end?

Damage ink runs through all of you,
Smell it they can, with their ghastly view.
They might just get what they want,
Rip it from your soul in nightly hunts.
All flee, with fear you run,
No use cause they'll know just where we come from.

Dealing with this agony within,
headstrong and let's not give in.
Only One thing that they forgot,
You are fire, to play with it not.
Honesty is your only excuse,
Fight with it , and they'll be of no use.
Truth runs deeper than us all,
In grand fire, burn your damage shackles once and for all.

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