Born to a hellish town,
T'was a choice not my own,
Bound by blood and lack of crown,
An army of scum stops me going.
The hellspawn litters the streets,
Unwanted in gangs they loiter,
Nursed from demon's teats,
In hells flames they'd burn brighter.
What's left of my soul wears away,
How do I fight this endless horde,
I want to escape this day,
Heaven please send an angels word.
To whisper in my ear,
The voice I'll hear crystal clear,
Before the end is near,
To help me find the light here
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