Every Day

There you stand
Thirty pieces of silver in your hand
O My own Judas  You
Never really loved me You
Just wanted to control
And it’s hard to remember
When my life was my own
At least when he kills me
I’ll finally be free
Every day three women die
Tomorrow it will be me….



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  1. I feel the pain in this one. Short but well written for the user to understand what is is about.
    The second last line, is that based on a fact or is it a metaphor for something deeper?