The enemy we love
I catch a glimpse inside this cage that will soon become my resting place I'm caged in there's no escape and now I find myself a slave serving what can't be seen will soon become my enemy hating all the ones who claim that they're so pure but are they saying this life was given but it's not mine and I can see this I'm not that blind death becomes a part of me death that's all I ever see but somehow he has forgotten me
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