She was pushed to a corner,
increasingly angered,
so choked she could not speak.
Her feelings surrounded her,
and then she surrendered,
and went on a killing streak.
Watch out she comes, the black one,
the witch, cursing and
slashing her sword, it reeks
of hurt and anger,
of sadness turned madness,
on a terrible killing streak.
She cannot be stopped,
She will not be spurned,
All in her path turn weak.
As she wails and rages,
screams and engages,
in a blood immersed,
unholy and cursed,
unspeakable killing streak.
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