My gun is griped in my hand
I jump off the tower
The wind hits my face but the rain falls with me
I show my wings and soar over the shredded bodies
I let my tears fall onto them, onto the innocent
I flap my wings to go faster
I scream, no, I scream in blood lust
Pulling the trigger, shooting at the daemons who did this
Vengeance is done
I walk down the wall, griping my books
I see a man yelling at her, my fists clench
He slaps her
She falls to the floor crying
I run over and dropp my books
My wings are released
I jump and make the man feel her pain
He learned his lesson
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