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internal infliction I am aching
I wonder will I be beautiful when I leave this world
my bloodletting hasn't helped much
 
my Queen over witches
enchanted I still feel her spells
hanging heavy in the sky
spells tumble from her lips
 
I come forward and stand with her
casting for the present and future
I chant in hushed tones
 
bringing the restless spirits with me
they hear her darkened decrees
our eyes engage
 
the headhunters are rounding up outlaw trouble makers
they aren't following the hierarchy
it seem like a small thing
but these are warriors lined up in rank
they will not be usurped
 
I miss my witchy sister
our requests rise with the fire smoke
immortally bound we are recognized
 
within time's glare
it is of the essence
I donate a part of my soul
 
loneliness is again my friend
lilting on the winds
please bring me my fate
 
I am beloved I am hate incarnate
reading the vows on the air
it is as I believed there is magic wildly being cast
it is not hitting it's intended
the powers that be call me honey
 
I ask that they do what they do
and in the eternal we will rectify