My love, my life, my daughter
Look at this slaughter
And run from it.
The pit and all the bodies
They're all nobodies
For all the kings.
The means, they said, is wrong,
But for the ends they've done
All of this.
His hearts are not right
And you shall might
Run from them.
And when you feel alone,
Remember, none
Will stand at their feet.
The sheets, covered in blood.
This is our world
And you must run from it.
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