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Without the hand of grace

You must save yourself

Being cast into darkness

Makes you a God

I need not the divine

Cold touch

Suffering leads me

A calloused soul

Strength from pain

Path of fire

The weak were fed

Silver spoons and shelter

I was cast aside

Bred by fear and panic

Left in isolation

Fend for yourself

Crawl back into the shadows and be silent

Hate empowers me

Thriving in this darkness

Buried to the neck

I’ll pull myself from anguish

Save your pity for the ones that desire it

This facade sickens me

Inside you’re weak and sick

Yet inside my reality, I’m a cadaver

Animated in agony

Walking and breathing dust

My shadow abandons me

My ice blood freezes me

I walk with death, a fine line

Strength from pain

Pain is divine

Strength from pain

A fire that burns inside