He yanked & pulled my body
Out into the dark
I knew it was the devil
He had hold of my ankle
Over stones or brambles
Over something sharp
They ripped, they tore
My back did pour
The terrible ugly gore
Running, Spilling out
A line was drawn
A blood river cut out
Heading to the sea
A flowing colour red
Knowing I was done
I knew my sins were spent
My lesson had been learned
I was lucky to not be dead
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