Write Week 7!!!!!!! Directions inside for newbs!

[Vulgar]

It was the fear of the razor veneer that serrated her tears
her peers in the basement let out their jeers of amazement
because their ethereal matron was basically fierce
It appeared as a waste when she'd face them with shears
or use garden tools; this hardened, cruel, persuasive dhampir
Being chained to the furnace deteriorated their will
and, estranged of their purpose, they debated 'self kill'
But their rage could smelt steal, and they learned, with such dread
that their 'mother' had kidnapped them, and decided to murk her instead
internal distress, bloody murder - revenge?!
the pale, handcuffed children sat in procession like some church of the dead
Cursing whatever foul source gave birth to her head
while some were resolute about their plan, an influx of nervousness spread

but together, they reached consensus. They'd search for keys...
to turn them free and salvage the spines left from their burning leaves