Destiny

4 oktober 2005

Shrinking world and freezing sun
Grief has washed away all fun
All alone in endless fields
Without no-one to see her needs

Kneeling lonely, crying blood
Her only comfort, a silent nod
The hand she climbed to, growing cold
No more offers, now she got sold

A heavy chain around her swan-like neck
Pulling, like she’s tied to a sinking wreck
She’s sold to a brothel, the woman just laughed
And believe it or not, her Hell’s just started

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