Standing on that desecrated ground
The wind blowing.
Sunshine on my skin, burning your memory away.
Tears were not shed, as too many have fallen before.
I felt the beast rise in me, reminding me of my power.
I took it back, you do not control that any longer.
It’s mine.
You lose.
Too many years you held that power.
My power.
My strength.
Today, it became mine once again.
Burn in hell, you will.
I’m not sure where I’ll be.
But I was able to stand on that ground today.
And with that, I was able to reclaim all of me.

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