Thy love is my chain
Thy soul is my ball
I am weighed down and bound
To the fires of your hell
I scream my voice hoarse
In the hopes that you'll be moved by me
Or rouse beloved death
And be taken away into nothingness
All efforts seemingly futile
For you remain impassive and cold
But death had arriveth
Harnessing my abused soul
I am incarcerated
For a grain of God's time
To die and decay
'Til you are no more
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