Queen

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The divine is etched
In our veins,
Bleeding ichor
And drinking ambrosia

These mortal scars,
These bullet holes
These stab wounds
This humanity
That laces our lips,
All healed and sealed.

Call me Queen
Call me goddess
Call me whatever you please,
Just don't forget,
Am a vengeful Queen

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