The
revisionist’s death by her own hand poison egg the implement I am chest deep in
her swarm poison egg reverse swallowed
I see them seething between her fingers she sets them free I bleed me
Blood flowing no clotting flowing faster the swarm is feeding defeat. Defeat.
You would look so magnificent crawling on those bloodied knees the swarm is
flocking to the wound their speed only matched by their efficiency glory is
relative to the one that lives in defeat
The revisionist’s death by her own hand poison egg the implement I am chest
deep in her swarm poison egg reverse swallowed
Defeat. Defeat. Defeat. Defeat.
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