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Blood ran slowly down my cheeks Desperation Fingers trace the cryptic meanings Written on the wall Misinterpretations Cross down and over the lines and boundaries we drew together I am not your slave God will sit lazily on his throne Forged from lost human hopes Lined with forgotten dreams and draped with screams I am so afraid of the voices I hear in my quiet places Sometimes I want to pack up everything that rests inside my memories of you And not leave a single trace