Free but Dead!
At dawn, the world began to wake,
Rushed below as the bustle breaks,
A body smiled, drained of its breath,
Hm, It was me - free but dead!
Shocked in silence, they stood in blame—
"How dare she die? What a big shame!"
"So Gross, she died yet wears a smile!"
Hm, It was me - free but dead!
Through heaven's lens - my soul does ache,
Will they now love and feel my pain?
Will they regret, or still neglect?
Hm, It was me - free but dead!
Cursed, they scream - "What price we paid?"
I craved their touch on flesh that stayed,
To hear them weep for sins instead.
Hm, It was me - free but dead!
I dwell - Why didn't they chose care?
No worries—virgin soul 'declared'.
Will they now let it play and sway?
Hm, It was me - free but dead!
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