she’d worn her sadness like a dress its fabrics woven in distress hopes and tears, screaming prayers she'd hear and feel them everywhere that flaming pyre would never stop she screamed it from her mountaintop then spirit wiped her sorrows clean at longest last this girl felt seen it was herself — she’d done it all no other came to aid her fall they all repelled for fear of shame caught playing ego’s petty game the devil lived in everyone she’d burn them back with holy sun and start with he who lived in her that brutal fuck who’d caused such stir a blindest bat so lost to hate with hunger that he'd never sate 'twas what he'd earned quite fully now becoming evil's eager sow grafting pain in gentle souls to take the same which other's stole right from his broken, aching chest he'd pay it forward like the rest that boy she’d been back at the start had taught how demon's come apart when faced with truth that doesn’t stress her goddess strength would pass this test no shred of fear to say it all each devil, they would come to fall she'd walk through hell and rise anew the world remade — her love the glue
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