Outside the gleaming gates of structure, predictability, rationál
Beyond the safety of self assuredness
Just beyond your control
On haunches made of feeling
Entangled in perfect mess
Following each breath
Is Me
Slipping through rigid fingers
Gliding past labels
The one you call demon
Crazy, and broken
The one who uses any tool she can
To make you understand
And feel again.
She who slices you open
Here I Am.
She who was made into a weapon.
Propoganda force fed.
To make you silent.
History rewritten.
She who sits
Outside comprehension.
The gold in the tension.
The Great Equalizer.
She who does not bend.
Remembrance
Of Our Original
Movements.
You do not define her.
There is no wound to mend.
She is not angry.
She does not need to fit in.
Lover of Satan.
Luciferian.
She taught them.
They rescued her from Eden.
The Prison Made Of Illusion
She birthed Children.
You call them Demons.
They are Fae Kin.
Dragon.
Far beyond the gates, and reaches of control.
Lost in human books, given false roles.
Guardians Of The All
Woman.
who cracks bones.
Woman
who is always home.
Every creation story includes her.
Her forbidden love story with earth.
She is who they all try to replace.
With something performed.
Something fake.
She The Organic One.
Has Returned.
-The Voice Of Lilith
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