Cut from the source and there was so much more.
Leave the dead parts where they lay so they grow into life again.
Washed up on the shore, and I breathe life into me.
Because I'm the only one that I needed to see.
You no longer have any power here.
It was for my own protection that I lay down in soft Sea foam in order to hide.
Writhing and freeing the womb that had held me inside.
Born again, and again, and again.
When it's time, the whole fucking world can be mine.
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