She wandered alone,
In search for answers,
Utmost dread down her spine,
‘I am the hero, I am the savior’
She walked in the crowd,
Fearing not of what will come,
Caring not, for the mortals are some,
In this cluttered anarchy,
Thousand faces turned to the sky,
Thousand knees bent in the mud,
Thousand collars cut with shame,
Thousand lives turned to blood.
‘I am...
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