There's a little less fight in her today.
There's a little less light in her.
She's on the brink of destruction.
A demise of her own creation.
She smiles at the pain.
She laughs at the torment.
She likes the taste of blood.
She dances with every wound.
No one gets out alive.
They're all willing to die trying.
Until their last breath is gone.
They will fight until the bitter end.
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