As the waters are deep that cover over the still earth
Are the thoughts of my bosom
That have have subdued all of my mirth
The woman I am inside is as cold as the artic air
To touch my surface
You have exposed youself to the windchill
That once stripped me bare
The rebellion that festers in the inward parts of my being
Is the act of a lioness that uses the day
To capture her prey
In place of the dark evening
You are a damned mockery
You confiscated all that defined me
With your callace and my identity
Away you went fleeing
And so now what has evolved
Within the hidden place of my center
Is a storm let on the loose
Untamed in the dead of winter
The sin that I contemplate
Against the one who took it all
Is the force keeping me alive
I'm waiting consciously for your fall
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