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Fire burns
Without a flame
A face within it
Has no name

Free to roam
The forest night
No one sees her
In the light

Eyes that pierce
The bravest soul
Cut through the heart,
Create a hole

That bleeds out life,
Becomes the spirit
Listen closely,
You will hear it

Screams, they come
From every angle
Within the trees,
A vision mangles

Capturing
Every living presence
This is she,
The false quintessence

Born from powers
Much unknown
Rises to glory,
On a fiery throne

A queen who bows
Before no other
Remains, eternally,
The satanic mother

Whose son breeds,
Only hatred and war
She’ll fuel his hunger,
Forever more.

 

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