Misunderstood
Placed into the hands of a hateful killer
I am but a good servant with a bad master
I long to be in the hands of another,
Protective father, outdoors boy, freedom fighter
I am not built to be a murderer
but to be a provider and a protector,
A provider of sustenance and safety.
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