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choices of a tormented soul |
| Sacrifice A garden of brambles, roses and thorns A body that's beaten, a mind that is torn. A soul in torment, thoughts locked away. Hands and fingers that just want to play, Tracing loving circles on soft naked skin. Instead carving out rivers to wash away sin. A heart stops beating, a body that's cold. Secrets now buried, remaining untold A pain that is ended, sin washed away A life sacrificed so that others can stay, Secure in belief that their fantasy's real. A soul now destroyed, reality concealed. |