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Staring into the eye of an oppressor,

What vision do I read?

A deluded thought longing to hurt her,

Lashing the image of a good deed.

Staring into the eye of an oppressor,

The fire is choked of oxygen,

The growing mount of power,

She finds the conditions difficult to breathe in.

What is it that brought me to this eye?

A post question that envelopes a particular trait.

Now she must awake but before which she must die,

It was not in her hands, but the oppressor’s fate.