In the darkness of this square room,
All would seem hopeless and lost
Piles and piles of cold metal
On top of his body
Chaining down his body to sin
Chains piercing the body
Shackling the limbs down to no escape
Pushing and pulling to get free
Running out of strength to even breathe
The burden is pressing down the ribs
The demons tie a chain noose around the neck
Screaming for someone to free him
No answers call out
One last time! Screaming out as hard as he can
His chains grow brittle with each scream
One more scream! The walls begin to shake
Demons run away and the chains begin to break
The square room breaks apart and sheds some light
As he lays there with his shackles broken and his body free
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