These girls are bonded into a military of death.
They belong to a tribe of irrational besotted beasts with fiery breathes.
They are exposed to the nakedness apprehension of life.
They stand there ready to take on anyone and their sorrowful strife.
They bathe in their own beauteous, inept, core of their skin.
Blood samples soothing their scarred up bodies, maliciously they will never win.
To young to fight, so eventually one will have to take on the other.
The most powerful one will win over the fragile one, then on to another.
They come in groups and leave single handedly, the strong will survive.
They will tear you apart, not knowing their own strength, be lucky your still alive.
Shattered as they are, they will not give up their rights.
They will battle you, til they win the fight.
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