The world you weave
Of fire and war
Will one day return
To my wet core.
The trauma released
A sky of nothing
The cries of your seed
Shall no longer breathe.
The crumbling tomb
You built to slay
The beast reborn
Will make its way.
The darkness will come
And I will lie under
For the world is mine
And not another.
I will heal my wounds.
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