Hands were tired,

Hair was sheared.

Mouth was shut

for being a slut.

A body stained with blood

which drenched like a flood.

The eyes full of nag,

You hit like a punching bag.

Holding hands together

under the fine weather.

You saw it by your eyes,

You cut my fingers using plies.

The soul escape my life

for being a submissive-type.

See my body in the funeral

and I will spit on your grave for eternal.

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