full of needles
You ask me where I'm going
I bow my head and fiddle with my fingers and a
whip on my back and ass
You say I'm your treasure
I run to a forest full of beasts
Your brothers and sisters find me in the sun
You are roaring like a lion
, my hair is full of dust and
I have no right to hide from
you. You said that you have full control over
my rich son
, your traitor sister
, opened the cage
, cut my feet
, blown mines, and
my legs are still left . I raised my hands and
shouted at
me
I ran out of the marshmallow castle I made my
own decisions and chopped off my left hand
How happy
I was Grateful I'd rather be hungry than eat your bread I'd rather freeze to death than wear your boots I'd rather run like a wild beast in the forest than sit on your carpet and polish my shoes I run I run I'm out of breath Stop ' til your throat doesn't make a sound ' til your god opens his eyes
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