I bow before you my lord...
My throat hurt from smiling tight,
Love denied and my heart cries,
Why do I still hold on?
The mockery of love, laughing so hard.
Show me a place where there is no love,
I would vanish this minute with out a frown.
Give me the power to erase the trace,
Every space clear, ready to be braced.
God! If you are kind soul,
Please take me away from this world.
I surrender my body and soul to you,
You burn, bury but not recycle for somebody to use.
Brutally battered, tired of blows,
Heart's cry swallowed and sold,
I bow before you my lord,
Swing your sword now, it wouldn't hurt at all.
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