I did not rage against those powers
those that struck me hard
no, I even found them endearing
not lovable, but touching
all that power, all that cunning
and still, not strong enough
There I sit enthroned on shimmerings
not brought down, but awakened
I beckon at those who mocked me
queen of shimmering truths and lies
I even smile at them and whisper
oh, don't trust me, I'm carnivore
you, you are prey, strike as you may
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