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I was a lost toy,

feelings were morbid,

too many of me,

There was no way to sort it,

looking for something,

knowing theres nothing,

I finally gave up,

Up into Satan.



In his control, Satan had used me,

I later realized he only abused me,

It wasn't my fault my best friend had died,

He made me think that, he made me lie,

I stole, I killed,

Took the mark of the Devil.

I went to Hell, at least down a level,



The demons don't leave you,

I figured that out,

You could not run,

It was a living Hell.



When I prayed I cried, I wanted to die,

But I wasn't allowed to take my own life,

Whats the cage your giving me now?

I'll take it all back, I only want out.



Never alone, can't escape Hell,

Demons around, fire prevailes,

Bones are smashing, blood covered your feet,

You could nto ignore it,

Especailly the heat, Heads like a ton,

And brains bout to fry,

Im sorry I failed,

I give up,

I die.