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Fatigued, she's trapped within his fear-built walls.
A bleeding gloom has forced her mind to dwell
with evil’s stench straight from the pit of hell.
She begs his favor, on her knees she crawls,
but laughter echoes through frenetic halls.
No mercy’s found, just eyes that ever quell
the drive to freedom from her captor’s cell.
Release me please, upon her heart she scrawls.
Be swift now Lord, I know ‘tis in Your hands
and that Your light from heaven will soon shine,
for Lord my body weakens with each dawn.
“Away thee death!” An angel’s voice commands.
“Rise bravely, child, my power now is thine.”
With might-filled sword her breakout door is drawn.
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