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Born enslaved

Out of sight, they are the faceless

Stripped of names

Vessels of despair

Living dead

Out of mind, the souls forgotten

Coffin bred

For our sins they die

Salvation in death

The sanguine river flows

No value in life

The reaper gives them worth

Starved of love

Raised on fear, they are the voiceless

Silent cries

Youth of misery

Selves denied

There’s no questioning their purpose

Coffin bred

For our sins they die

Salvation in death

The sanguine river flows

No value in life

The reaper gives them worth

Existence so futile

Will they ever be set free

Innocent on death row

Will we ever really see

Salvation in death

The sanguine river flows

No value in life

The reaper gives them worth