Puck
My angered side decieves my eyes
All I focus on is abuse and lies
I can’t even escape this torments wave
Have I the soul of a warrior or slave?
Facing freedom looking at your face
While serving my sentence in this place
Fires, demons are casted before me
Taking my refuge with some more fee
A spine shattering “thwack” with a whip
Causes me to lose my grip
For my soul has a new master
Puck is here to begin his laughter?
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