Her wrinkled ground of psyche bears
the throbbing spoor of savage wills
She seeks to gather fearless strength
and build from hate a bed of spikes
It's not the light but shades she wears
reposing on protecting pain
Her skin was charred and she was shamed
for all and naught and for her weight
She sighs as though an offshore wind
and arches faced with faceless void
She loathes herself as storm the breeze
and dies at sea as squalls abate
So fear and hate coordinate
in a harrowing harmony
the throbbing spoor of savage wills
She seeks to gather fearless strength
and build from hate a bed of spikes
It's not the light but shades she wears
reposing on protecting pain
Her skin was charred and she was shamed
for all and naught and for her weight
She sighs as though an offshore wind
and arches faced with faceless void
She loathes herself as storm the breeze
and dies at sea as squalls abate
So fear and hate coordinate
in a harrowing harmony
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