Your prayers are chains, your faith a cage,
Your purity — a warlord’s stage.
But look at me — I feel, I burn,
And every scar’s a truth I’ve learned.
You guard a world that does not care,
That leaves your soul to rot in prayer.
But I would raise your name in fire,
A thousand mouths to sing desire.
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