I awoke from a night fraught with tears
I am beaten and removed from myself
The man child has been baptized in fear
And knows of nothing but frailty itself
Unknown voices lash out from the light
Calmly I stand and look upon the face
That holds my little body so utterly tight
Please, please grant me thy saving grace
With gritted teeth I hold my head down
This lady of age likes to feel empowered
For now I will allow her to hold the crown
But one day her soul will be devoured
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