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The revisionist's death by her own hand

Poison egg, the implement

I am chest deep in her swarm

Poison egg, reverse swallowed

I see them seething between her fingers

She sets them free, I bleed me

Blood flowing no clotting flowing faster

The swarm is feeding defeat

You would look so magnificent

Crawling on those bloodied knees

The swarm is flocking to the wound

Thier speed only matched by thier efficiency

Glory is relative to the one that lives in defeat

The revisionist's death by her own hand

Poison egg, the implement

I am chest deep in her swarm

Poison egg, reverse swallowed

Defeat