The little monkey,
Strapped down to the bed,
Feed him cigerettes, make him bleed,
such an inoccent little monkey,
what is the need?
to make him suffer...
to make him cry...
You push and poke, his little eyes
I feel his pain,
it hurts so much,
but not as bad, as that monkey i cant touch
If I could,
id get him out,
Id rescue him, set him free
a place where he can be with his family,
away from the hurt, and the pain, but this could only happen if jesus came.
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