The Seventh Gate

Her love was her ‘s alone
But she knew not the cages
Her rage could offer
She tasted the forbidden fruit
And all was bare to her mind
She knew it now
Exactly what she needed to be
And who she needed to be
Her pride sailed beyond expectations
Her spirit had no bounds
Her spite knew true horrors
Her wrath was eternal
The seventh gate was destined to be hers
Within it eternal wrath dwells
For the souls of
the damned and the prideful

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