He who hath tried to torture me
Failed for all his worth
Whilst hands were bound
a mind followed suit
And freed not itself
but tried further it's will
He who hath tried to torture me
Succeeded and gloats
Swollen and fat
Like satisfaction itself
sat me on bed of nails
Only then silence ensued
For I'd not let it be known
that silence was indeed my friend
String me up as I tighten this strap
Gag me indefinite as I tear at your skin
He hath tortured me for he hath found
What I'd hidden
Degenerate calls
Degenerate is
He hath found me
And torture is clear
For I'll bleed all day before you sip my blood
Killed himself before his own eyes
Strangluation by the rope, get on with the blade
Choked by hands, passed by such
For such as is never, never to explain fully
He who hath tortured me
my free soul
Will not gain crop in a field of contempt
When nothing is felt no symptom or pain
No torture or taint
In no return
For now we both hold
For we've both found
That torture proposed to be hidden
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