Confined, to the needle and thread
Relieved, it is out of their hands

What gives you the right
To take away a life?

One Third, of my people are dead
Not righteous, they did not get a chance

Looking for number one

So far, this SLED has pulled me through
Scissors cut, a place that would have torn you

Lovely tales, no memory can hold

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