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Outlaw
It's constant fight or flight,
push and pull with the
forces of darkness and light
Somewhere, I don't fit in,
a pariah and an outlaw
condemned of this world
Having knowledge
of evil: it burdens the soul
down with many sorrows
The last holdout,
before the slaughter,
The grips of death follow me
around, until I am no more
My shadow clings to me
of a past life of afflictions,
haunting me forever
