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I've escaped

From this evil landscape

Where I get beat

And can't stand on my own feet

Where I get tortured every single day

And there I am left to decay

Finally I am free from that horrid place

But I am left to be chased

And once I am caught

I will be bought

And sold and put into permanent death

But with my faith

I will survive

In the afterlife

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