BENEATH THE CURSE by Phoebe Nicole Rios
B And once again, She freed herself from familiar curse, illusion Here comes the demon, speaking blame To her vague reality, revealing shame She let herself be imprisoned; ignorance devour and dwell For she knew she could break the unfortunate mind’s spell Bloodshot truth of her sacrifices To blindness and betrayal, refused to seize Let her hands turn the table His delusions, she took with her Let her NOT use AFFLICTION But rather have their bridges burned She could hear him laugh Thus rejoicing her HOAX of failures Yet her name has victory on it Legend of her fall, she’s risen I speak to you, in behalf of her forgotten rage Young Lad, loved by her with flame Your time is yet to come, is yet to come, I tell you! For never she once failed, to free herself from familiar curse, illusion
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