That night, a spark was lit and she was unhinged
Her anger was a wolf and they were the full moon she needed to break free of her rational bonds
She was going to make them pay
Oh she would make them pay
She was going to cram their weak human bodies with twenty years’ worth of pain and humiliation
She was going tear and slash and ride on the crimson waves of their blood
She was going to skin them alive and make rugs of their hide
She was going to carve profanities into their flesh with their own teeth
She was going to rip all their hair out strand by strand and strangle them with it
She was going send them back down to hell in a chariot made from their own severed limbs
She was going to rub down their nails with sand paper and pour molten hate upon the open wound
She was going to keep them as alive as possible so that they could feel every single sin they had ever committed crashing upon them in searing waves of retribution
She was going to grind their bones to dust and dance upon the grains
She was going to make them pay
Oh she was going to make them pay
And she was going to enjoy every single second of it