She was a nightmare
To the lives of Normals,
Normals who were cruel
Normals who were abnormal.
They could feel her
But never sense her.
She was a mystery
To the members of the living,
Living like scared cats
Living like the Dead.
They thought she was
An imagination,
But she was a phoenix
Who rose above the living.
She was a Goddess
To the suffered,
Suffered who were kept silent
Suffered who were suppressed.
They thought she fought for herself,
But she fought for them
Against the Normals,
The Livings,
And the Evils.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 2:53 AM UTC
She was a nightmare
To the lives of Normals,
Normals who were cruel
Normals who were abnormal.
They could feel her
But never sense her.
She was a mystery
To the members of the living,
Living like scared cats
Living like the Dead.
They thought she was
An imagination,
But she was a phoenix
Who rose above the living.
She was a Goddess
To the suffered,
Suffered who were kept silent
Suffered who were suppressed.
They thought she fought for herself,
But she fought for them
Against the Normals,
The Livings,
And the Evils.
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