He used a sharp steel
To prick and peel my skin
As if I committed some sin
If only I could squeal.

Why am I being cut asunder?
Is it my fault, I wonder!
I had no choice
But to surrender.

To be born again 
I needed to die 
Sigh! If only I could deny
But I had to bid goodbye.

I was the apple of his eye
Yet he chose me for the pie
’twas my destiny 
Thus, I could not defy.


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