Vengeance
Vulnerability is a thing, why can't you understand?
Eating our souls to the very last breath
Numbing our brains with senseless past.
Gritting your jaw toward us ghast,
Envy every last of who we are.
Are you happy now?
Nevertheless we will never bow.
Cunning are our people
Ending the brethren fable.
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