Ensnared by your lust-filled filth, hell bound is all but just
Marks on my body you’ve left, as if I’ve been touched by Beelzebub himself
Yet I survived your devilish ways, sparked by background incantations
I live and live I do, your mockings mean nothing now
My mind wasn’t ready for such a tormented lifestyle; the struggle was raw only within
But aforementioned I’ll continue; you can hold me down, you won’t hold me back
I now stand before you, not the same one, but a one nonetheless, that’ll forever carry on
Welcome to the rewritten me.