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I sit here in the shadows of a forgotten era,

Seeing only things that don't appear

To others-Gothic wrath I hear your voice

Calling to me, wanting me to be the Goth

that I have always been meant to be.

My gothic wrath beholds and bestills all

The darkness of objects around me-

Why I know of only darkness to comfort me.

Gothic wrath you're very near-I feel you;

You're close by, not stopping to watch

As others fall hopelessly in their wake-

Theire pain makes them wail in agony;

Their wounds bleed blood of betrayal.

They're wailing their hurt away to their death-

Never stopping to call out for loved ones;

They hurt for themselves and loved ones.

Their only fear is my Gothic wrath

That has consumed them into terror and fear,

Not withholding them as saints or nonbelievers.

Gothic wrath-oh, Gothic wrath!

Your time spent near me has surely helped-

You've transformed me into the Goth princess;

You help me to stay alive any longer

Even though he's gone from my life forever.

Everyone knows nothing of my wrath,

But what they do know is my life here

Is limited and frail-nothing but being a

Gothic princess lost in her mind with nothing

She can do to hide her outermost fears-

Nothing but life of her Gothic wrath

Can justify from within herself to others,

The past death of Goths have shown her soul.

Shrouded in darkness i see a purity-

A purity of self indulgance;

My Goth wrath chose me to live for Satan-

It chose me for life or death of Goths;

I also chose to be the Goth I am now.

The purity of darkness I see in myself

Has a meaning others do not understand-

I see Goth light after Goth light of

Depression and immortal Goth death;

I am immortal on the inside while mortal out-

I also hear voices of the past Goths-

They're screaming for me and calling my name.

Others don't hear what I hear-

They aren't like me; they're not Goths;

They don't even care what I hear,

They just think they do in their sick minds.

Gothic wrath-oh Gothic wrath!

How you've made me whole;

You've done so much to save my soul-

When I first found that I

Had clinical depression, you've been

There all the way for me.

Yet in the darkness I see a shadow,

The shadow of another Goth soul-

My twin cousin has entered the realm;

She also wants mercy from Satan;

And will also try to overcome

The wraths of other Goths-

I watch as she walks toward me-

I step back in fear...