Look at this mess... it's called my life
It's what comes of being a slave
To the Monster AND the Lord
A divided house cannot stand
A divided heart is broken
My whole existence is divided
I am wrong because of him...
No, not Him, but the Monster...
Who is the Monster? Well...
The Monster must be me
Through the midst of the tears
I see death gazing upon my virgin face
With a scheme brewing behind
Those evil, red eyes
And I know I've been tricked...
Smoke is so thick that I can't see
But I can only bleed alone
And die because
I have been raped by the Monster
I AM DEAD
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