This one's been floating around in my head for a while. Let me know what you think.
I used to live in Innocence,
a fair and gentle land,
Until one day he came along
and took me by the hand.
Tho at first it seemed to me
that this was where life led,
Shocked I looked down at myself
to see the wounds from which I bled.
Tortured soul, I flew from him
He continued to hunt me down,
I swam through oceans of my tears
afraid that I would drown.
Almost lost, until one came
and rescued me from him
I sink my head onto his breast
As the evil one's howls grow dim.
Flee, flee far from me,
Thou evil, ill-wrought wretch,
for though I'm far from Innocence,
You reek of sin and death.
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