“I hit the cul-de-sac on the spiritual path, Retraced my steps back home, But the house burned down before I got there, And I found myself alone, I tried to keep things in perspective, As I hunted down the perpetrator, Loaded up my toolkit with every hateful instrument, Now here we are thirty years later, I'm getting into knives” ― The Mountain Goats
She is a heavily flawed person with few redeeming qualities.
xxxxx I was born to freedom fighters xxxxxI fought and killed alongside them xxxxxI never felt like myself xxxxxThough I fought tooth and nail xxxxxShot in the head xxxxxAlongside my crying sisters xxxxxBuried in a mass grave and forgotten xxxxxA male body to rot xxxxxAnd eventually make into myself.
I Am A Devil For Heaven
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xxxxx A city of pain and shadow xxxxxI killed my way free xxxxxTaken in and made whole again xxxxx I found myself as a woman xxxxxKilling And Dancing In Blood xxxxxDoing evil to serve good.
When we hid out behind the risers at he high school,
Working bitter calculations with a slide rule.
The grim particulars of poisoning the swimming pool,
Well you looked me in the eye,
Ready to die.
We were becoming what we are,
When we chewed up baby aspirin like bubble gum,
Til our hearts were beating as deep and rich as kettle drums
We knew if we waited long enough the change would come.
And then the day did come and at last
Catch lightning in a jar,
Collapsing stars. The Mountain Goats