My turn
the music hasn't died so no curtain call you took 3 years of my life, stomped me into the ground and put my nakedness on display slammed doors, persecutory glares, covered me in quilt of guilt and shame I stand here alone , no family no friends not even God can be heard speeding at 160 to be at the devil's side, double suicide burned, beat, raped, decimated beyond recognition not even a reflection worth reflecting the heat rises up my spine, flames cleanse me Deliverance Save your god and prayers Fuel the pyer burn me at the stake by those who come to destroy me Resurrection from anointed blood and dirty water Rebirth,heart dead as her soul Becomes her own God!!!!
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