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Vengeance for my slain self,

A "me" that passed on.

Pools of blood about the altar call,

"Look at what you've done!"

Veil the eyes that can not lie.

Avert your gaze. Walk away.

I am a different person now.

A pretense so convincing.

Curses! And blasphemy!

My tics betray my poise.

Can't stop fidgeting, shaking.

My facade crumbling, I waver.

My costume, mask, melt away.

Raw emotion betrays me.

I give it all away.

Naked. Nowhere left to hide.

The scarred poet goddess revealed.

Radiant; in all my unholy glory.

Here I am. This is me.

Hand out your scrutiny, your praise.

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