Desire locks the door,
Fear rings as loud as a roar,
Dispare that can't be ignored,
Rage which will finish the war,
Joy washes onto the shore,
Disgust in which I adore,
Prayer calls from times of yore,
Fates we have yet to explore,
Pain is all that's left in store,
Providence gives me such bore,
Lucifer settles the score,
Fortunes of which i have torn,
Flesh which spreads like a spore,
Deliverance is what I've swore,
Shackles I've come to abhor,
Liberty grown such a chore.

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