You took my voice,
but not my fire;
I’ll rise above
your web of liars.
Your borrowed power,
your stolen claim,
will burn to ash—
you’ll know my name.
rum pill s-wa-ll-ow im st i ll s-k+in thekutfield AD the actual D-evil so live D which btw in re etse like i itsC 1 just fy iii
and im not sorry