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The walls disintegrated can be reinforced,
But the monsters still break through, no remorse.
Equipped with the best weapons from their armoury,
They'll add gunpower to the wounds
From an obliterated tragedy.

An engagement in this battle for self-defence,
Will be labelled, a severe transgression.
But if someone else becomes her armour and shield,
They will be exalted as "the true saviour" indeed.

'Cause a good girl always sits right,
Walks empty-handed to a gunfight.
She plays the anti-hero in her own battles,
And cries tears of suppressed valour in chapels.

But for how long can she be suppressed?
What happens when she reaches her limit
Of being your damsel in distress.
One day she will embrace her courage to become
The hero of her own story,
And let the condemnations fall on deaf ears
As she basks in the light of her own glory.

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so i'll fight my battles,
as you do yours
but before the judgment is passed,
consider this- my final piece.

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