Friend, you have chosen well, your path
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Your prison. And rapist of kindest mind
Your chosen binds; designer, rare
Lay soft to skin, the fabric
Place pennies at His feet
Beg abuse in the folds of a boutique buy
And rest, in a cell of multicoloured chains
Drown slowly in the pit, of scent
Blonde threads and contact lense
Watch lines deepen, friend
You have chosen well, your path
For freedom was never your fate
The answer to EVERYTHING!!!:- The Cycle.
Spread the word man!