The Vent

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I am ready

Here I Stand

So grab your whips and heat your brands

Keep em' steady

Brace your hands

And leave the scars that fate demands

Look down at me

From top the hill

And witness all your hate distilled

Lash out at me

When venom builds

And through my pain you'll be fulfilled

Strong and steady

Able hands

I'm sure you'll honor fates commands

For I am ready

And here I stand

I promise I will understand