Strategically, I move

Next to you

My friend, my foe

Keep your enemies close

Deep down, I know your intentions

I know your motives

I know your past inflictions

I know your weaknesses

Even though I’m just a kid

I will defeat your sicknesses

Like the sky for the birds

I give you a place to fly

I will hold it over your head

Until your bones rot dry

I will still be here, owning the sky

Generation after generation

I will own your lives

Your barbaric ways will cease to exist

Day after day, child after child

Nothing ever satisfied you

Not even for a while

Now I am grown

Into a woman, well known

I will cut you down with the tip of my tongue

Your throat will pour blood

Once the jury has heard what you’ve done

Your wicked ways will finally be at bay

All the restless souls you’ve haunted will finally lay

I will see you under metal and steel

Never to hurt another child again

They know, the men

Who you are

What you’ve done

So they know

Who you’ve become

They will not be pleasant

My army of rats

Your blood will fill the room

As the eat you alive

One by one, showing you what’s it’s like

You are now begging to die

How does it feel?

To be so evil and get what you deserve

For me?

Oh it’s a glorious day to be heard.