Images flash before me,
My chains weigh heavily on my heart.
Why do I keep killing the innocent?
Why must I massacre the pure?
I look around and see only gray walls.
All I feel are the cold iron bars;
The shackles have cut into my wrists,
Weighed down by a mere figure.
A silhouette, a shadow,
How can something so elusive be so heavy?
Unchangeable, not
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