"Upon this land of ash and waste,
Level my soul and spin my fate.
Raise me up, to this sky of red,
And tell my tale of hate", she said.
I do not fear. I do not shy,
Away from that which makes me cry.
Present the truth of that you know,
From my story, my hate shall show.
I cannot fathom of what she meant.
This lady; how much angst she's spent.
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