Take Up Your Sword

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You can still feel it, can't you?
His hands crawling in your skin
The feeling when you knew
That he had other plans
That he had thought this through.
You can feel your helplessness
As he easily overpowered you
Attracted by your elegance
Determined to take it for himself
But left you alive, in his negligence.
Week after week he crawled back
And trapped you in those walls
Separated you from the pack
And chiseled away at your pride
But unleashed a fury, demoniac.
Darling, take up your sword
And join the thousands like you
Force him to face the horde
Teach him the meaning of regret
As his scream becomes an unholy chord.