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My Own Prison by SunRae ©copyright2000 In the shadows Of a darkened soul I linger there forboding told Tolling bells of doom and gloom Let me out of this darkened room I scratch the walls My fingers bleed Extracting hands from velvet shroud My heart blood, racing pulsing fast White waxen images, pale in contrast Secrets speak of mystery When hidden lies are burnished Keeping locked the doors of hell A tortured memory of ones own past Society's boundries leave them aghast Do your penance Serve your time Don't expose those who were unkind Leave the cave of darkness unatoned Don't let them hear the anguished moan Wash my feet, drink the blood break the bread, lift the veil Expose the soul, who is who? Do you know? Keep the faith if you can Turn your back on the sins of man 
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