Conquered
My soul is torn asunder The thief quick with strikes Taken away like plunder Impaled and placed on pikes Beaten and bound I’ll conquer Drops of wet caress the darkness The fire burns this monster It’s unbearable, spiteful sharpness Vanquished and fleeting memories Despair and desolate inquiries Bleeding as pain transcends centuries I would have conquered your enemies
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