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Lamb
Do you like the feel of your hands, wrapped around my throat
Looking into my eyes with disdain, as you choke away my hope
Do you wish to stain my coat, a deep and glossy red
Will it give you waves of pleasure, knowing that i am dead
Do you like to lead me through your field, happily to my demise
Does it give you comfort in your core, the sadness in my eyes
Do you enjoy hurting those around you, who are trusting or who are meek
Or is it only me here and now, because in your eyes i appear weak
Well you will not lead me to slaughter, not even in my mind
Im not your sacrificial lamb, It's not my time to die
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