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Queen of the Damned
A backwards march
My back against meadows of fear
Where it all began
And there's a hunt, for they seek the whom
And the purest of hearts let their spirits be consumed
There's a new world laid at your feet
We build an army from nothing
We raise our children to the beat it's comforting pounding
A forward talk
Solely against old ways and means
We're not like them, nesu
I'm on a hunt to find the cure
And before I depart into the deepest blue
Behind all insecurity, there is a wall of assurance
She is her own worst enemy
She fights her battles for no one
There's a new world laid at your feet
We build an army from nothing
We raise our children to the beat of its comforting pounding love
Let it sink in for a new beginning
You know better now
Water fills her lungs and she's inhaling
You feel better now
Underneath the stars her body sinking
You do better now
A heavy sigh then not a sound
We have no lives to sacrifice
She makes us sing, dampens the cries
If there's a want for something new
You might find me at the start or where it ends for you
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
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