Bitter cold, i bite my tongue.
your punishment is my silence.
i will not drop my head any longer.
you can not and will not hold me under.
who has really lost i wonder?
what has come from all your thunder?
i see you, unveiled by your fury.
standing naked like a child before me.
stamping your feet, dig your heels into the ground.
you watch the world through your own reflection
a victim of your own distortions.
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