(1)

i am the strain in your furrowed brow
the vein in your wrist
the clenched fist
the beating of war drum inside your head
both, the axe and the grind
and the hold and the impact
......
i sink my claws and i stay there
for your hurt on their skin is the sweetest fruit
the poison of hate widens the fissure of wounds
needless to say, i am the way to make a lasting impression
......

(2)

they don't want me to stop - so i don't
i don't care for their lack of shame
woe to all is the status quo

a petty king, a jester
a common thief and a beggar
a pair of lovers, a group of friends
a young girl made to feel unwanted
a laugh at another's expense

i am a holy stake
i am the wheel of blood
i am the queen of losers
i am a waking dream

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