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She lives in darkness, she needs our light. She fears what haunts us, give her a life. She screams, is cut short and darkness inhales. Her terror controls and darkness prevails. Sing her a lullaby to bring in some peace. The song is the blackness which haunts her sleep. The blackness contorts the blood in her veins. The blackness controls and brings only pain. With her voice she speaks, for one and for all. Her voice nonexistent; she has no one to call. Inject in her darkness deep in our veins. Blood from our brood mother; the one whom brings pain. She speaks in 3rd person so she forgets who she is. She forgets all her beauty, no