I couldn't do a thing
She was caught on a string
A room of blank stares
Not one common thought to be shared
With no attempt to try
From his side, we did not pry
Her feet buried in the ground
She never made a sound
Saved by taking the hit
While we are falling into the pit
He roamed free
Step by step with glee
Now look at him and note
Don't you dare look and gloat
These bonds will rip your throat.
Justice will be served, you scum of the Earth.
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