Requim of a Tortured Soul
When I die,
There will be nothing left
But a body bruised and broken
When I die,
My heart will cease to beat with left
With words left unspoken
When I die,
Secrets kept will be forgotten
And all suffering will cease
When I die,
All Earthly things begotten
As given to me a final peace
When I die,
Lay me down for all to see
What they have done to me.
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