warrior blood

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These words are teardrops bleeding out of my soul
A cry for help in the darkness that no one overhears
Muttered protests too faint for notice as oppressive forces come around me
Does no one else complain in the rain?
Each stanza is a shiver that comes up my spine at your coldness
I hold myself better than your promises do
Disappointment and bitterness become a dark cloud around me
Darker than any spells you may throw at me
I will rise again, i sing softly in your silence
One day i will go from victim to victor
Because
Im a fucking hero and dont you forget it

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