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Poetry Is she not your daughter,
Your flesh, blood and bone?
You have forsaken freedom,
Left your soul to rot in the hands of an absent God.
Did you not inflict this corruption on her?
These beliefs and ideas have destroyed an infernal mind.
This daughter you have concieved,
Lost, abused and despised,
Has risen again.
This daughter is left to die in the cold of your shadow,
While you forget to remember her existence.
Is she not the girl you once loved,
But now the woman you hate?
Did she find love in the darkness,
While you burned her with the light?
Did she put faith in Isis,
While Christ vomited lies?
The hands hold her weapons,
Quill and athame.
Silenced for years, but crying loud,
The truth will pour from these veins tonight.
