Mortal Combat
Her deeply despised demeanor deteriorates
her heated heart from Hell.
Blistering, bludgeoning, breaking boys,
mastering the maniacal art of mortal
combat.
"Hua!"
Overpowering others,
sizzling swing here! Stormy stunt there!
Optical allusions
here! There! Everywhere!
nearly never known
where she'll strike next.
gruesomely gorging upon good!
Intrieging the evil from within.
Until,
she,
beats,
whoever she hates.
Mastering the maniacal art of
Mortal Combat!
"Hua!"
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