A bruised body, a battered soul
In matter of hours fate turned so cold.
A dark place where virtues digress
where innocence is stripped by fiends of hell
and morals of life just fail to egress.
All that is left, a gaping void of despair
crippled dreams and a lost will to live.
Deep down that vanquished soul, slowly
emerges a boiling rage coursing through her veins.
Nurturing her core, nursing all wounds.
The need for justice driving away the pain
to send the savages back to hell fire in vain,
watching their flesh burn and life trickling away in bits.
At last, her crushed goddess emerges victorious,
numb with content and a touch of melancholy.
Her bloodied eyes with new hopes and dreams
and a pitiful heart for a failing humanity.
wonderful !! standing ovation !!
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