The Monster

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


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