Down beneath the troubled stone
Set back a thousand years ago
Hate compelled to test a subject
I was then put on judgement
Forward to a thousand years
I am now within this chair
Body peirced with bloody shears
See if I am unaware, that
They undermined my feeling
Refortified my flesh
See how I need feeding
On all of what is left
Can't say it's a sickness
Cause they buried me so hard
To the point of being dead
Yet left alive, unscarred
Leaving me to live for many years to come
Once they all die off, more facilities will run
Taking me instead of leaving me in peace
So I can regret, that I am but a beast
A living shell of monster
Unleash me from these chains
Purpose just for slaughter
Little now remains
They undermined my feeling
Refortified my flesh
See how I need feeding
On all of what is left
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