been dragged out from under the
rocks you call a floor
scheming on your friends and
toasting to the world that you
where never just another whore-
I've been destroyed, brought back
and left for dead, but I climbed
out and came back with a vengeance
that made the Gods cry
so definitely endless and abstract
a victim but a warrior, and ready
for the piece's lost, as they keep
what's left alive and the dreams
only beg for kindness, if you give
in to her hidden remarks cursed
obsessions then let the sin take
form of desease,cut it out of the
very lining that blankets every
deformality until it's obscure
and treads lightly over any
human emotion,.
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