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Prisoner Of Satan
I'm locked into his hands of sins, I can't escape, but I won't give in. Pounding on the solid door, determined to get out... fighting Satan's evil, overwhelmed with doubt. I'll never walk with innocence; he slithers through my soul. I unwillingly accept his evil, doing as I am told. I am a prisoner of Satan, evil runs through this blood... I long to know the light, but I'm shoved in the mud.


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