My mind is pregnant with the burdens of my own device and all the inner parts of me are at battle. My wits are forever disagreeing with my heart and my morals perpetually challenge the desires of my soul. There is unrest and hatred between them all. I suspect it is because I keep trying to quiet the true longings within by occupying myself with the trappings without. How wonderful it must be for those whose insides live in peace.
I am the angry woman I'm bleeding white-hot rage My fury of tears will drown you You should all feel afraid. My tongue is poised for lashing My feet are here to crush My lungs are filled with fire I cannot stop the rush. My skin is scalding ashes Of a burning, ember heart My words beat down like hail My screams are lightning darts. Watch me drink the poison And wait for you to die I am the angry woman But you all think I lie.
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