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Unshackled Fury
#WritcoPoemPrompt19
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath.
In shadows dark, her spirit soars,
A tempest brewing, mighty and dire,
No longer trapped in your gory spree,
She breaks free from this oppressive stage.
With power and strength, she stands tall,
No more victim to your vicious fire,
Her fury unleashed, she'll now decree,
Justice and vengeance, her new wage.
© onesoultwoheart
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath.
In shadows dark, her spirit soars,
A tempest brewing, mighty and dire,
No longer trapped in your gory spree,
She breaks free from this oppressive stage.
With power and strength, she stands tall,
No more victim to your vicious fire,
Her fury unleashed, she'll now decree,
Justice and vengeance, her new wage.
© onesoultwoheart
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