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Call me Kali
If they see a harpy, so let it be.
Change my suit into feathers,
stilettos into talons.
If they hear the voice
of a shrew, so bridle,
scold, parade me.
If they fear blackness
and me, devouring mother,
so blood my tongue.
Iíll make a garland
from the heads of my victims
all one hundred and eight of them.