I've been wearing this mask. Tip-toeing on glass. I bite my tongue and taste the blood travel through my mouth. This is not my true nature. The bitter taste upon my tongue and the grinding of my teeth. To suppress the storm or hold back the winds of change.
II. Iron in our blood
Oh please set me free, if you can hear me, Set me free. This Thunder and Lightning will not scare me. Never again will the threat of death bring fear to my heart. I will greet the end with a warm embrace.
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