This world was never built for her,
The product of greed and injustice.
Hell-bent on destroying what created her,
She traces their steps into the shadows
And waits for the time to strike.
Her heart is stained with immorality,
Yet Corruption fears her.
She is the vengeance where justice dares not shine.
But she was never born to win-
A mishap made to be thrown out-
Only by tenacity still clawing to life.
Still, with oppression seeking to kill her at every turn,
She knows each day may be her last
So, she moves recklessly
Her blades drawing blood without regard or remorse.
Peace was never an option.