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Blessed be the ties that bind,
though how tight they be
Performed and promised to them all,
In the eyes of God and family.
Freedom lost under iron rule,
Choices done and made
tell me its much to easy,
For in this bed I laid.
There is no exit from this route,
no way to leave this path.
For nowhere is there for me to go,
That I'll escape his wrath.
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