Every day shall you be taken away
From the time and place you are in
I will carry you to my native land
A place filled with horrible acts of sin
You shall see and feel and think it all
Every last bit of what I have known
It will eat at your heart and tear you up
And still you must face it alone
By the powers that only I so hold
I cast this curse upon you for life
It shall be the contents of memory
That will ever cause you such strife
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