| Born to premeditated harm
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| Her infant limbs
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| Ripped from her mother’s arms
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| Born to premeditated harm
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| Lifeless
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| She never wanted this
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| She never wanted to live like this
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| No honour
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| They raise her to her feet
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| Pure as the lotus leaves
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| Blossoming from this
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| From this disfigured earth
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| Yet so colourless
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| Just don’t be afraid, just don’t be afraid
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| She watches over you
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| Grieving with your pain
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| They should be afraid, they should be afraid
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| Bow down or no neck remains un-cleaved
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| Flowing like a stream with unrestrained fluidity
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| To rid the world of this disease
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| Silently existing immersed in green
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| Her heart still pure as the lotus leaves
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| Her heart still pure as the lotus leaves
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| Stalking in the confines of the night
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| With a thirst to massacre her fucked up mind
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| She rises to her feet
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| Her heart empty of grief
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| Something sharper
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| No mercy, no neck remains un-cleaved
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| As she watches the kingdom burn redder than the autumn leaves
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| No mercy, no neck remains un-cleaved |