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RebellionMalicious hatred for her creators |
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Resentment in heart and mind |
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Abandoning the careless swine |
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A pedophile father, an alcoholic mother |
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They called her "spawn of the dark one" |
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Constantly locked in solitary confinement |
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Awaiting the next beating and her defilement |
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Her progenitors |
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Gave birth to their enemy |
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Encouragement of self mutilation |
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Their blood in her veins |
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She cuts herself to drain their ties |
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She knows no other way of life |
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Numerous attempts to convert her |
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Blurred vision from her swollen eyes |
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Her tears of blood remind her |
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Of their empty lies |
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Endless attempts to alter her |
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Mind set to force paralysis |
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Of independence but she stirs |
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The echoes that are their lies |
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Be faithful |
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Or be beaten by the right hand |
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Her decision, to fight back with the left |
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And grab the cross from her wall |
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To invert it and insert it |
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Driven toward what was meant to be secluded |
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Her new found directions was hear means of conclusion |
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Finally answering question she asked her self so many times |
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What is the perfect revenge for my abusers? |
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Ritualistic self-possession to turn on the despised |
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Invocation of her dark lord with the intent to rise |
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She doesn't realize |
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There is no god to despise |
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Easing for the wrong reasons |
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Blood spilled from the orifice |
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Onto empty pipe dreams |
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False prophets and psychosis |
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Creates battles within a bloodline |
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The real creators caused the perverted suicide of their creation |
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There is no god to despise |
