Beast
My body was a temple
my heart made of gold
a stranger he was
so impulsive and so bold
he took what was mine
innocence forgotten
as he crossed the line
never trust dazzling eyes
he was no man
but a beast in disguise
he left me alone
nowhere to go
not even a home
but i am a warrior
never again to be pushed around
he is at my mercy
I'm taking him down
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