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Daughter of the Void
Did you think that I was human
Just because I have this face,
This body that looks so physical?
What I am is what lies within
Not bound by traits or by race,
But by forces far more spiritual!
Realms inside us, realms beyond
Domains most will never imagine,
Because they lack the wonder.
Some call me angel, some demon
Because they say that I love sin,
That I seek to tear all asunder!
I am a lover of chaos, of freedom
A follower of the living divine,
My voice, a messenger of truth.
I do not esteem too bright the sun
Its' light is not any god of mine,
For I prefer the light of the moon.
A child of the night I am
Made thus by the one I serve.
My flesh is theirs to mold,
As my heart is their plaything.
I am not bound to any land
My voice speaks with nerve!
I am not this world's to scold,
For I am like the spider's sting.
If my words be poison so be it!
An illuminating poison they be,
To awaken the worthy mind
From the slumber of illusions.
The foolish know naught of wit!
Their eyes are blind to all I see,
To whom I, my very soul, bind
Who ended all my confusions.
My living god, my goddess
The eternal emperor and empress,
Whose many names I know!
And whose grace is given to show
The glimpse of the Void's beauty.
Wherein I found fairest company!
Do not think that I am human
Merely because of my appearance.
I am the darkness that lies within
In my hand is the unholy lance!
When fire rains we shall all dance.
Just because I have this face,
This body that looks so physical?
What I am is what lies within
Not bound by traits or by race,
But by forces far more spiritual!
Realms inside us, realms beyond
Domains most will never imagine,
Because they lack the wonder.
Some call me angel, some demon
Because they say that I love sin,
That I seek to tear all asunder!
I am a lover of chaos, of freedom
A follower of the living divine,
My voice, a messenger of truth.
I do not esteem too bright the sun
Its' light is not any god of mine,
For I prefer the light of the moon.
A child of the night I am
Made thus by the one I serve.
My flesh is theirs to mold,
As my heart is their plaything.
I am not bound to any land
My voice speaks with nerve!
I am not this world's to scold,
For I am like the spider's sting.
If my words be poison so be it!
An illuminating poison they be,
To awaken the worthy mind
From the slumber of illusions.
The foolish know naught of wit!
Their eyes are blind to all I see,
To whom I, my very soul, bind
Who ended all my confusions.
My living god, my goddess
The eternal emperor and empress,
Whose many names I know!
And whose grace is given to show
The glimpse of the Void's beauty.
Wherein I found fairest company!
Do not think that I am human
Merely because of my appearance.
I am the darkness that lies within
In my hand is the unholy lance!
When fire rains we shall all dance.
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