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master to the slave
owner of the damned
nation of the heart
beaten like the drum
line up for the fall
forward thinking people
person in to deep
water getting cold
cut
down by the fire
fighter for the weak
willed to do nothing
more than we ever know
not told to lie
cheat
stealer of all hearts
call a spade
anything you want
because
nothing really matters
not in your lifetime
not in mine
eyes full of hope
floats to the surface
sitters of the baby
faced down in the blue
crushed by the world
in His hands
clean