[tem Temair
de Danaan





Born in the summer of 1978, she came into the world screaming... Ripped from the womb in an emergency c-section, her birth was like an omen of what was to come. She was unloved, unwanted, unnamed and, it is said, she came into the world, filled with loathing for all things human.

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It's a beautiful world
Sex and gore and blasphemy, my brothers bold
I hold you tight
Hug you fierce
Whisper sweet nothings in your ear
And you've embraced me.

You've given me your blessing
A child-whore, on bended knee
I beg for your tutelage
Drive me, bend me, twist me
Make me your blooded slave
Teach me

Oh my love
The way you beat me makes me thrill
Impale me with your ideals
Mold me, caress me, hold me
Show me how you want me to think
Take my inhibitions
Take my emotions
Take my security, my hungers and desires
Take me, take me, take me
Yes!

Take me and use me
Then cast me down
So I can be

Just like you.

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