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Excuse my interruption,
But I think I need to cry.
Shedding this skin of incorruption,
and replace it with a lie.
You might be afraid of dying,
But I am just a child.
And the love that you're supplying,
Shouldn't be defiled.
Love me like you should,
Don't feed me his blood.
Adore your creation,
Sustain and persist.
I don't need freedom,
From your protagonist.
It's storytime on Sunday,
Veneration of the cross.
Feed me my confession,
And the cleric can tell his boss.
Talking to myself,
kneeling on the floor.
Nothing ever happened,
And now my knees are sore.
Love me like you should,
Don't feed me his blood.
Adore your creation,
Sustain and persist.
I don't need freedom,
From your protagonist.
Mermaids and monsters,
Goblins and elves.
Tell us their stories,
And they were produced by ourselves.
Swooping in for the next kill.
And shift the blame with free will.
The blood is fresh, the cries are shrill...
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