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Restore
I’ve figured me out:
I do something stupid
or nasty
then I feel bad.
Then I
punish myself. Like,
I exiled you.
Now I write letters to you
to remind myself you once were.
To remind me of Rails
and ruined domes,
I still carry a copper stick.
I killed a night
then spent
seasons in the Realm of Green Dragons
waiting for the stolen years to run out
like I didn’t deserve to do anything better with them.
Then,
punishment served
(or in service),
I upgrade
my nastiness.
The truth is,
I punished myself
this time
by leaving
before they
climbed high enough
in the skyscrapers
to find the room
where I’d made my throne.
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Reorder
You can’t keep me down
you can’t hold me back
you can’t keep me crawling
you can’t keep me sad–
after just a short trip
to a world of snow and ice
I returned
to Brisbane,
city of the tree people,
and I made myself
queen of the Brises
top of Banes
high on the food chain
by deific claim,
she was a nasty witch
had to punish herself witch
so the power didn’t go to her head,
down with that witch
she’s a shame witch
embarrassed of herself witch
quit thinking you’re worse than you are, witch,
you deserve it
you made them
you made yourself
you’re as strong as the demons
you took down the night
you ended warfare
you started up life
don’t hold yourself back
don’t listen to the lies,
“Bad witch
bad witch
gotta atone”
you’re a
great witch
great witch,
grand as gold.
You ignore
the hisses in your head
calling guilt on your stead
you
is
a
conqueror
mighty magician
blazin’ with glory
not ashamed
not ashamed,
killing it
at the top of the city–
bow down to her,
tree people,
praise your grand creator.
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