Rescue me from the jaws of the beast Despair he feeds from me My limbs are weak and stiff I am at the end of what I thought was me Confront my anguish and tears They are a potion of mixed beliefs I wandered and wandered and fell into the mouth of the beast Now I sit and stare As he chews and churns Everyone else is unaware of the horror of his glare All they see is a friendly man I tire of this curse The fading strength of my bare hands I thought this was the way of the free A life lived with no paid fees I cannot tell for sure what I really need Each day brings no relief He lies and they believe He is actually a thief Now I find myself trying to escape My minds’ most evil plague My soul is grappling about, for a life worthy to undertake All my days, I spend dreaming of someplace safe Still, I get weaker and more frail Who can speak for me and free me from this cage
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