drowned in sin
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I have three ropes
Holding me down
About to go in
A lake & drown
At the end of these ropes
Are three red bricks
If I were to cut a rope
STOP please...I beg you just stop
You're trampling on my purity...it's all that I've got
The whispers
The lies
Vicious Wolves in disguise
The images
The privileges....taken