He was slammed on his back, transferred to a different dimension
No one to guide him
No one to defend him
Three against one
Living in a world of pain
Confused, alone, and a loss of all hope

Another soulless body tortured within
Having no clue what he did
Crying out loud for someone to help
But the cruel names keep circling
And feeding his brain
From what we see is nothing, but when
It's too late, it's

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