She was divinity's creature,
a queen of sorrow,
she is not alive nor dead.

Betrayer of Dreams,
she drips with blood.

Bearer of Dementia,
she is a bashee.

She thirsts for hate,
she hungers for pain.

There is Day,
There is Night,
Sun and Moon,
Earth and Stars,
she is one in all.

She has nothing left,
she is empty inside,
spinning round on the wheel of Emotion.

All alone she stands,
poised to kill,
bent on overwhelming all.

Is she but a dream?
Or is she Humanity?
In Concentrate?

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