BOUND TO BE
I stare into the hollow void
Trapped between these cursed words
Dreading the moment it returns
Where the ink shows it hurts
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Why do I know every word?
Why am I bound like this?
Why must I relive it?
The cycle returns
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The pages turn, revealing all sides
Reflections in the glass
A haunting echo, rising to tell
The horrors from the past
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Why do you read every line?
Why do you bother me?
Why can’t I end it?
I'm trapped here inside
Turn the page, the story unfolds
Turn the page, my life controlled
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Not again please
Rip it apart now
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Why am I bound to be?
Why am I bound to repeat?
Page after page, yet I still remain
Why am I bound to be?
Why don’t you tear me apart?
Why don’t you listen?
Why do I have to scream?
Never-ending
Turn the page, the ink won’t fade
Yet the curse, still calls my name
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Stuck between these cursed words
The cycle forever turns
No escape, no chance to break
Close the book and I remain
Why am I bound to be?
Why am I bound to repeat?
Page after page, yet I still remain
Why am I bound to be?
Turn the page
Shred this accursed tale
Erase my name
Set me free
Tear me apart
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Take me
Burn me down
Take me
Rip me apart
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Why am I bound to be?
Why am I bound to repeat?
Page after page, yet I still remain
Why am I bound to be?
Bound to be
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THE DECEIVER
A painting
of nothing, deranged, astute
Revised to its sole premise
A failure in disguise
A victor's mirror image of their war-torn eyes
All watered down, through resentment and fear
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Turned to a crimson story
A boy turned into man
Turned martyr by a bullet
Blamed another hand
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A war through the guise of a solid plan
Made to appear like a dream
A nightmare, filled through colours and a scream
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A father, a mother, celibrates their clouded child
A soldier, a martyr, made into a mindless life
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Turned to a crimson story
A boy turned into man
Turned martyr by a bullet
Blamed another hand
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Round them up, forsake your sanity
Ignore them all and their humanity
Aim your gun and just set them free
Just aim my gun and just set me free
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You were told all those beautiful lies
Now you act all so surprised
Just die
The horror shows in the light of reality
Appears like a waking nightmare
Everything filled through colours and a scream
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A father, a mother, turns towards their murdered child
A martyr, a hero turned into a sacrifice
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Turned martyr by a bullet