Loge of Torment
My knuckle busters peel
In an attempt to escape
Stuck in this life
Where the wall of prejudice erects an inertia
My dismal host so generous
The tongue of this hostage it evirates
Desires to brabble for help
Turns out a wish-wash wish
The teething ring in my mouth
Makes me a false of myself
And I can't refute this hell
To passers-by my expression seems hee
Now I hurl in my towel
Let go of my invincible hope
No rescue from this life
Doom, my hope has turned
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