Ye desperate slaves of passion, sent to fight the war chained up inside my heart to kill forever more I ask you naow to leave me be and ride away from what you see the tribe willl win a viscous war and dedicate themselves some more Don't ask me now, not to stay a slave of yet another day I hope the love I fear is dead the love inside my weary head I ask you not to come and kill to live alone by your own will who of you will be enslaved to live my life as each road's paved I tell you now to leave me be just hope another day we'll see My mind is now so unsure I wonder what must I endure I hope the tear I cry to day Will save myself from yesterday...
Reason for writing:
I read so much about cults like the branch dividians and militias like ruby ridge and I felt inspired to write about it.
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