Has it ever occurred to you that we might have been fashioned for a purpose? That we spend our whole life in preparation and anticipation of encountering this moment or this person or this thing we are meant to experience? And all along there were little signs, and big lessons, that bring us to exactly where we need to be. It could be images, words, longings, feelings - that one day, suddenly make perfect sense. So however things pan out, how can we worry? It was always meant to be.
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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