The witch's concoction no longer met, We saw through her behavioral gazette Legs shaking and arms twitching, we're breathing Muscles calming, the Lord balming, healing True nightmares added to lamentation There were flashbacks with insomnia Old mechanisms, intense emotions Persistent lies of the enemy's kind Detachment, isolation and heartbreak Persistent lies of the enemy's kind Avoidance, hypervigilance, no breath Persistent lies of the enemy's kind We leave behind the witch's den of lies; With heavy sighs, my heart must sympathize.
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