I am not in balance, but in fury,
on my way to make a start.
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The scales are balanced,
my feet still gently glide,
my fury holds on to reason,
avoids being turned to pride.
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The scales are balanced, but now in peril,
life giving flames become the danger –
only a death can even the score.
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I take some of my burnt flesh,
I offer it up to those that are living of death –
they take what I give,
and don’t ask for more.
Spirit of Tara 