Kill that girl

That spineless girl

The nerveless wavering, fragile girl

The girl who writes

From a heartsick place.

You know her, the one who thinks she's a victim

The girl who's mind doesn't stop

That same girl who doesn't trust

That's her.

The girl, I'll slay!

I'll smother her,

that weak little bitch.

I'll cremate her body,

Reduced to a pile of ash.

A wild wind blows,

From the ashes,

A vixen,

A woman

is spawn.