I am a daughter,
I have never thought about that role before —
I have always looked at the other,
Up there on the pedestal, seeking attention more.
But now I see,
I am a daughter at my core.
You held me for nine months,
kept me safe from the world’s horror,
When I opened my eyes,
You said: “You are my daughter, whom I adore...”
I demanded protection,
But the world’s ill-fated dice rolled; furor.
Devestation didn’t take long,
To slip through, rip into the dreams swirling in embryonic fluids and birth a noir —
My pain came
From the generations before,
The error from Adam and from Eve,
From Satan and his tricks to deceive that penned this score —
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 4:44 PM UTC
I am a daughter,
I have never thought about that role before —
I have always looked at the other,
Up there on the pedestal, seeking attention more.
But now I see,
I am a daughter at my core.
You held me for nine months,
kept me safe from the world’s horror,
When I opened my eyes,
You said: “You are my daughter, whom I adore...”
I demanded protection,
But the world’s ill-fated dice rolled; furor.
Devestation didn’t take long,
To slip through, rip into the dreams swirling in embryonic fluids and birth a noir —
My pain came
From the generations before,
The error from Adam and from Eve,
From Satan and his tricks to deceive that penned this score —
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