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We were treated like trash
Like we were less than them
we were beaten and sometimes even killed by them
If we ran away, they would take an ear
Any form of punishement, they held close and dear
Women of only 13 years gave birth
If we ran, blood hounds chased us down
There was a rare chance someone had a nice owner
Taking care of us
Keeping us fed and clean
Being called "property" is not a way of living
50 to 100 whip lashings scarred us for life
One little mistake could've had our sins condemned
I only wished for sweet Death
I prayed the Angel of Death would visit me tonight
Every night I hoped and dreamed
But she did not come
I even prayed the depths of Hell would take me
No reply
No reply
Several years later, and still no reply
Now as I tell my story
I still wish the Angel of Death would visit me
For my soul still roams these damned plains
My soul is not free
But trapped in the darkness
waiting for the light to come
But I guess my sins were too strong
Sometimes I still feel the paddles on my back
The beatings.......the torment
I cannot go to the Heavens
Not until everyone is treated equal
If it never happens, so be it
I'll roam the plains and haunt the evil until then
I'll wait 'till the end of the Earth