A story of a woman who was a victim of injustice.

Like the fires of hell,
She falls upon her enemies.
Blade guided by vengeful hands.

Mercilessly she hacks and cleaves,
For blood is now what she craves,
It is the only thing that meets her demands.

This could have all been avoided,
All she wanted,
Was her own little slice of heaven.

But that was all taken away,
By some villainous scum,
Their numbers totaled seven.

Seven against one,
On that ghastly night,
They committed that atrocious crime.

Her and her beloved,
Were ambushed by seven men,
They were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

One villain held her down,
While the other six,
Surrounded her beloved.

He fought as hard as he could,
But soon the cowards,
Had him wrapped up tight like a glove.

Two held down his feet,
While the other two,
Pinned down his flailing arms.

This poor angel was forced to watch,
As the other two monsters,
Proceeded to cause her love fatal harm.

Once they were done,
They turned their evil intentions,
To what they were going to do to her.

They leered at her,
With sexually deviant eyes,
Her head began to swoon as her vision blurred.

She wasn’t expecting to wake up,
She thought for sure,
She must have been dead,

But she had awaken,
To the sound of sirens,
Blood was flowing from her head.

This was the gruesome memory,
Over and over,
Her mind would play.

She trained herself,
To be a ruthless killer,
For revenge would be hers one day.

And now that day had arrived,
She looked down to the scum,
Who changed her life for ever.

They actually had the nerve,
To plea for mercy,
And her only response was “NEVER!”

She sliced off their arms and legs,
Making them as helpless,
As they had made her man.

She looked down upon,
Their writhing torsos,
Hoping to prolong their life spans.

She wanted them to suffer,
For them to feel,
Every ounce of the agonizing pain.

Once they no longer moved,
She left the corpses to rot on the sidewalk,
There life’s blood flowing down the drain.

From that they forward,
She mad a vow,
That no one else would suffer as she had.

She devoted herself,
To becoming an avenger,
To punishing those who made the world sad.

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