Sacrifices must be made.
Lives must be lost.
If this is a game,
I must win at all costs.
Sacrifices just have to be made.
I'm forced to give up a lot.
With a soul that cries from within,
I offer you all that I've got.
I'll take my time,
find the weakest link.
Killed my conscience long ago.
Killing you, I wouldn’t blink.
I'll take my time,
To cherish you all day.
You've always been my dearest.
With a heavy heart, I must send you away.
Manipulation and deceit,
I'll trap the chosen one.
With the swing of an axe,
my job here is done.
A hug and a prayer,
you go to a better place.
I look away,
to hide the pain and shame on my face.
We've all been there,
on someone's chopping block.
Been hurt and betrayed,
left in shock.
When it's all said and done,
it's left to the vote.
Were you the Sacrificial Lamb,
or the Scapegoat?
~ someone who has been wronged
We've all been there,
with someone's head on our chopping block.
Had them hurt and betrayed,
left in shock.
When it's all said and done,
it's left to the vote.
Were they the Sacrificial Lamb,
or the Scapegoat?
~ someone who has wronged another
Credits
This contribution is reviewed by Gayatri Sharma & Nikhila Kotni, proofread by Sreekar Ayyagari, & photographed by Manohar Koviri.
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