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She stood there idle

Umbrage kept her on her feet

Ire clenched her fists

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A grudge took her heart

She wouldn’t listen to me

Bane became her spite

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Animosity

And malice drove her insane

Manipulation

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A thirst for terror

Would dance in scorn and disdain

A spark in dead eyes

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Her thoughts shift crimson

Like the wake of a demon

Duress of her mind

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Her soul was the thrall

To horror locked deep within

Hate flows with her blood

-Lurid Black-