She was revenge
Ripping

Through the night

We made a hell filled to capacity
And raised her hand to our throats

She'll walk the earth
Collect dues
From age-old debts.

She's gone cold
She still burns

Stumbling smashing
Hacking slashing

All women rise.

Every honored father
Every single brother
Every favorite son
Complicit in this terror.

Send them back to holy hell
In burning body bags.
Guilty.

One final fate
Cornered and castrated
Penance dispensed,
No pretty face.

She's not dressed to kill
But good enough

Murder be a lady tonight